From the recording Rising
Lyrics
Rain is pounding down harder than I’ve ever seen
If I don’t make it to high ground I’ll be swept away
The evangelist is praying and asking for a little more cash
The politician is waving behind the lies
And I am standing here trying to make some sense out of this dark and this light
My, my hands are holding tight, trying not to give in to this fight
People that I thought I would always know
Took off in the middle of the night
This life that I call—that I call my own
Is as unpredictable as where lightening strikes
And I am standing here trying to make sense out of the dark and this light
My, my hands are holding tight to the chance that compassion might survive
Waves are crashing further up on the rocks
Changing the face of this entire landscape
Glaciers are crumbling and empires falling
And the Earth is slipping beneath my feet
And I am standing here trying to make some sense out of this dark and this light
My, my hands are holding tight trying to keep my heart—keep it alive
Oooh...whoa, whoa, whoa
In the midst of ambiguity lies endless possibility
And I am ready, I said I am ready, I am ready, ready to find
I am ready to find my, my higher ground
Gathered on the corner where they always meet
People holding signs and candles lighting up the street
The stoplight turns green and chanting resounds
And I am filled with passion that abounds
I am standing here, surrendering to this dark and this light
My, my hands are holding tight, bringing these black and white keys to life