I thought I would be in the dark and the cold all alone
Nobody calling on my phone
Then I opened my eyes
I found that all I ever wanted was always around
It was within me
It was quiet, without a sound
Yet it was all sounds
Suddenly every song was of love
Not the kind that drags you down, the kind that falls from above
All of my paper cuts were healed
All of the pain in my life was revealed as divine
And healed
Up-close the smallest wound appears a canyon
Not all of us get to sit under the banyan
We get our kicks on the road
The faster I ran towards what I thought I wanted
The faster I ran away from what I needed
We are all on a difficult journey, troubles untold
I wish you peace on your path, peace in your pocket, peace in your heart
May all of your paper cuts be healed
