Halfway Home

I get tired of the sun, relentless and burning
I get tired of the song, the metronome and yearning
I get tired of the day, forgetting and remembering
I get tired of me, tired of me, tired of me
Folding and Unfolding
Folding and Unfolding

There is a place I go
To be not bothered or bother
And in the clandestine glow
With just my secrets to surrender
Well I am just a child, a child of nature
And it's the raven's wing
As it hangs above me
And no fourth finger ring
That keeps the other hand free
Keeps the other hand free

I think we're halfway home
I can bring you but I can't show you
How the light touches your cold shoulder
How the tide reaches the hooded corner
Let it out babe, it's gonna kill you
To have a heart that big, it's gonna will you
Up to the front of the circus
Leave the armor and fear with the cynics

Born from both but which is neither
It takes a couple little streams to make a river
Mm something clear and ephemeral
Mm something near and terrestrial
My brothers and my sister
My brothers and my sister