I started out in search of ordinary things 
How much of a tree bends in the wind 
I started telling the story without knowing the end 

I used to be darker, then I got lighter, then I got dark again 
Something to be seen was passing over and over me 
Well it seemed like the routine case at first 
With the death of the shadow came a lightness of verse 
But the darkest of nights, in truth, still dazzles 
And I woke myself until I'm frazzled 

I ended up in search of ordinary things 
Like how can a wave possibly be? 
I started running, and the concrete turned to sand 
I started running, and things didn't pan out as planned 

In case things go poorly and I not return 
Remember the good things I've done 
In case things go poorly and I not return 
Remember the good things I've done 
Done me in