From the recording We Are All Travelers Here
Lyrics
I hear a distant thunder
I see the clouds before they gather
I hold my life like a kite in the wind
Any moment the sky could open
I hear the mountains tremble
I see the earth beneath me crumble
I hold my life like a losable thing
Like a key or a ribbon
Some people have their eyes on the storm
Some people have a storm in their eyes
I hear the cry of my own madness
I see a truth that burns like fire
I hold my life like a bird without wings
Balanced on a wire
Some people have their eyes on the storm
Some people have a storm in their eyes
And it’s hard to hold this life
To feel so fragile and alive
Some people have their eyes on the storm
Some people have a storm in their eyes
