I’ve been traveling Flying on south again How, how could it be It seems as though a moment ago I was reaping the seeds that I’d sewn Now morning blows quickly through Afternoon follows suit How am I to get these things done? Well time stays uncounted by days A looming and ominous shade Worry been breaking and bringing me down And counting all the times that I fall But when my time comes I won’t be counting at all I feel all my filth when I look in your eyes But it falls as light as a feather on my back in the night Man you said meet me there How do get from here to where I belong? It ain’t just like finding a sign to get home It’s building your house on the stone Worry been breaking and bringing me down And counting all the times that I fall But when my time comes I won’t be counting at all I feel all my filth when I look in your eyes But it falls as light as a feather on my back in the night Your house it will cover you But the rain still falls outside And your light it don’t shine cause it’s hidden under a bed Why do you hide under a bed?