Ratlling through a prison of introspection
From the smallest cell can spread the whole infection
For I’m not one to push it all aside
I am one to hurt and to hide

I read the book of Psalms by David
I sometimes feel exactly the way that he did
I am no man I am a worm he cried
If I said it brought me comfort I’d have lied

Here are notes from the banjo underground
Here is the worm behind the sound
When I find my little light you know I’ll let it shine
Mostly a question of Time

And it’s nobody’s fault but mine
When I’m happy I don’t prepare for other times
I’ve worried holes in my heart that will not mend
Wish I didn’t hurt my friends