I come to you a humble man.
Surely, you see me struggling,
Tossed about in this love...
I come to you a fool
With questions you've already answered:
How will I find love
While I live my life in yesterday?
How will I hear her whispers
Over my loud and constant doubts?
And how will I hold her close
With both arms full of fear?
On this road
I do not travel lightly.
A pack rat of misfortune,
I've stuffed each bag full
That once protected against the cold,
But now just leave me withered.
And these shackles that I rail against
Were forged by me, alone.
Each link given a name.
Every one an excuse:
These are my thoughts.
No! these are your words,
Whistling through this cracked window
On a hot spring day outside Lame Deer.
Ahead, I see the storm coming,
Powerful and frightening.
But there's no going around it,
And home is waiting on the other side.
One by one I strip the layers
To feel her skin on mine.
One by one I trade these fears
For a pocket full of faith.
And with this key I've always carried
I leave my bonds behind,
And place the key around her neck.
It belonged there all the time.