A Permeable Life (Lyrics)

Lyrics Portitor Consectetur Lorem ipsum dolor sit Every Little Bit of It Tries with its might to live. The leaves recount with a rasping We sense but can’t describe, sound Just beyond my sight, From the corner of our eye A shadow cast on the autumn ground Something that I cannot see, Something nameless and abiding, It’s a lovely wish, it’s a tender sight I've been circling around a thought, And so we keep transcribing. A promise made on shifting light That’s been circling round me. ! Bad news from the start Like the vapor of a song, Words and Music By Carrie Newcomer But yet I gave it my heart, That is just out of earshot, ! ! And I thought I knew the question, The Ten O’Clock Line Chorus But I guess not. ! ! Gone with the grace of a black-winged I always thought I would start again, Chorus: There it is just below the surface of crow But I was so much younger then things, With all the tact of an exit poll Perhaps no more of just the same In a flash of blue, and the turning of wings. I banked the curve of the last back But a deeper song with a different Drain the glass, drink it down, every moment road name of this, While you washed your hands in a The last one had its time Every little bit of it, every little bit. silver bowl Up on the Ten O' Clock Line ! I didn’t want to know ! I swam against the tide, That’s the way it goes Chorus There’s a hole in the world I tripped on my own pride, ! I saw it coming for some time So I'll try again today, Pretty words traced in the dirt, This is how it always ends To get out of my own way. A whisper without weight or worth On the Ten O' Clock Line The face was always in the stone, Nonsense symbols written on the wall ! Said Michelangelo, Read by the light of a mirror ball There’s a hole in the world We just have to chip and clear, A final flat line scrawl I saw it coming for some time To see what is already there That was all. This is how it always ends ! On the Ten O' Clock Line There it is in the apple of every new notion, Chorus There’s a hole in the world ! There it is in the scar healed over what was I saw it coming for some time There’s a hole in the world broken, This is how it always ends Maybe it's only a space In the branches, in the whispering, in the On the Ten O' Clock Line For something that's been waiting silence and the sighs, There’s a hole in the world Until I turned my face And the curious promise of limited time. Maybe it's only a space ! ! For something that's been waiting Words and Music By Carrie Newcomer It's true although it’s hard, Until I turned my face A shadow glides over the ridge. ! And one fast beating heart, Writing You a Letter I’m a stranger here All the things that made me grow, ! I'm only passing through Sent me off down another road, I'm writing you a letter But everyplace I go leaves it's own tattoo. Off to search for a light, On hotel letterhead That’s how it is laying stone on stone, For a light in the window. A record of my restlessness Building little altars by the side of the road. ! Before I go to bed. ! Now what's old has already passed away On the other side of midnight I’m a stranger here But the new is too new On backside of the world, I'm only passing through to be born today. Sending out an signal But everyplace I go So I'm throwing out seeds And hoping that you heard. I know how it is, that’s how it goes On the winter snow, ! Building little altars by the side of the road. As a sharp wind begins to blow, Chorus I’m a stranger here I know how it is, I know how it is, Standing here on a new threshold, I'm only passing through I know how it is, I know how I can see a light, But everyplace I go leaves it's own tattoo. Know how it is. There's a light in the window.. That’s how it is laying stone on stone, ! ! Building little altars by the side of the Words and Music By Carrie Newcomer The world is made of stone, road. ! And the world is made of glass. ! The world is made of light, And its moving very fast. I'm drawing hearts and symbols A Light in the Window On the center of my palm ! Little circles and symbols We pass from mystery to mystery For everyday I’ve been gone Looking out at the night So I won't lie It's miracles and magic Beyond the driver’s wheel, I don't what happens It’s as simple as that Curving hips made of snow When people die. Pulling fishes and loaves In the winter fields. But I hope I see you walking slow, And songs like rabbits from a hat There’s a house set way back Smiling wide as sunrise grows, ! Where a lamplight glows, I drop my map with a Chorus Like star out in the cold, thousand folds, ! Filled with people I'll never know, In the distance I see it The blessed and righteous Who left a light, glow, The bewildered and confused Left a light in the window. I can see a light, The lost and the lonely ! There’s a light in the Are all leaning into you What would I change if window. All leaning into something The choice were mine? ! They cannot even name I was doing the best Words and Music By Carrie No gets out of here alive I knew at the time. Newcomer Without forever being changed And every door that opened ! And door that closed, The Work of Our Hands I make something barely there, ! ! Music is little more than air, Chorus: Today while it rained, So now every year, ! I washed the jars, I’ll put by tomatoes and pears. Let us ponder the unknown, Then I lit a flame, Boil the lids and wipe the lip, What is hidden, what is whole, Set the water to start. With a callused fingertip, And finally learn to travel, At the end of the day And I swear by the winter ground, At the speed of our own souls. Lined up to cool and seal, We'll open one and pass the thing around, There is living water, Twelve pints of spiced peach jam, Let the light catch the jar, A spirit cutting through, Twenty jars of dill beans canned, Amber gold as a falling star. Always changing, always making, From an old recipe, Its humble and physical, All things new. That my mother gave to me, It’s only love made visible, ! Because it good to put a little bit by, Yes now I understand, Chorus For when the late snows flies, This is the work of our hands. ! All that love so neatly canned, ! There are things I cannot prove, By the work of our hands. Words and Music By Carrie Newcomer And still some how I know, ! ! It’s like a message in a bottle, They lay hands on boards and bricks, Abide that some unseen hand has thrown. And loud machines, ! You don't have to be afraid, With shovels and rakes, I will bring a cup of water, You don't have to walk alone, And buckets of soap they clean. Here’s the best that I can offer, I don't know but I suspect, And I believe that we should bless, In the dusk of coming night, That it will feel like home. Every shirt ironed and pressed, There is evidence of the light, ! Salute the crews out on road, With the pattering of rain, Chorus Those who stock shelves and carry loads, Let us bow as if in grace, ! Whisper thanks to brooms and saws, Consider all the ways we heal, Music Carrie Newcomer Dirty boots and coveralls, And how a heart can break. Lyrics Parker J. Palmer and Bow my head to the waitress and nurse, ! Carrie Newcomer Tip my hat to farmer and clerk, Chorus: Oh Abide with me, All those saints with skillets and pans, Where it's breathless and its empty. And the work of of their hands. Yes abide with me, ! And we'll pass the evening gently. Laid out on the counter, Stay awake with me, Pulled up out of hot water, And we’ll listen more intently, So everyday, so faithful and true. To something wordless and remaining, ! Sure and ever changing, ! In the quietness of now. Room At the Table To those living in the margins, ! ! There is room at the table for everyone. Like a long exhale Let our hearts not be hardened This is how we gather in, Like a vapor trail To those living in the margins, There is room at the table for everyone. A wisp of a thing There is room at the table for everyone. Room at the table for everyone. That changes everything This is where it all begins, Room at the table for everyone.

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