Story Behind the Song
The story is how to get perspective, back to nature, the feel of dirt and the sordid nature of introspection.
Lyrics
Letting Go Through Quiet Time
I went out in the spring time
Shaved my head and touched the earth
I touched stone
And felt the undertow
I went out in the summer time
Looking for a way to go
I went low
All along the minor roads
I went out in the autumn time
Held the pen that draws the outline
I drew cold
And long shadows
I went out in the winter time
Took a brush to wash the sky
I washed grey
And I washed in rain
I met you in Quiet Time
Pulled your fingers down my spine
Pulled them low
All along the joining line
I could feel the cool moon
Looking down and pushing down
From behind
Lighting up the road
Letting go, slipping into slow mo
But, I know, how to get through Quiet Time
Sometimes, I like to stand, on top of tall buildings,
And lean out-----over empty space
Sometimes, I ask myself, if that’s where all the answers lie,
What if I let go-----over empty space
I know, that I have walked through quiet times, many times before,
And always found the door-----out of empty space, but
Sometimes, I want to sleep, sleep where all the people meet,
When they go-----into empty space
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