From the recording Cradle of Light

Wrote this the morning of the yard sale. 

Lyrics

I feel so low
My body’s slow
Just let me sleep
Here on the ground
Outside the house
A warm sunbeam
A summer dream

A streak of light
The end of time
Hear how the blackbird sings
At the end of all things

I once had plans
Back to the land
Now all that’s gone
I see the past
In shattered glass
What have I done?
Who’ve I become?

A streak of light
The end of time
Hear how the sparrow sings
At the end of all things

At the end of all things let’s stand together
At the end of all things imagine life gets better
It’s not so bad
We still can laugh
Between the cries
We’ll work it out
What life’s about
Glad this hard time
Is yours and mine

A streak of light
The end of time
Hear how the thrushes sing
At the end of all things
Copyright Dave Nealon 2013