Feeling By Degrees - Chris Smither

Deep down in the shadows of the twilight where we lie

The notion of the sun is just a glimmer

It’s hard to see the «let there be,» we hardly have an eye

To see more than the faintest ghostly shimmer

We drift up through the darkness to a lighter shade of gray

A little taste of hope that slowly slides away

And ceaseless rolling rhythms that become

The day to day

How do I think of anything beyond what I have known?

I will never show this blind man how to see

I need a sense of senses that can move out on it’s own

And show me how I’m feeling by degrees

The unfamiliar taste of something sliding in my mind

The smell of something ringing in my ears to find

A better way, to push me out beyond

The borderline

Leave me out here looking, I will find my own way home

Home is not the place it seemed to be

Home is where the heart is when it will not lock the door

And finally stops expecting guarantees

Life without prediction’s a life that doesn’t lose

Options are the masters when they make us choose

Between beliefs that we depend on and the promises

We won’t refuse