Jim Cain - Bill Callahan (比尔·卡拉汉)

I started out in search of ordinary things

How much of a tree bends in the wind

I started telling the story without knowing the end

I used to be darker then I got lighter then I got dark again

Something too big to be seen was passing over and over me

Well it seemed like the routine case at first

With the death of the shadow came a lightness of verse

But the darkest of nights in truth still dazzles

And I woke myself until I'm frazzled

I ended up in search of ordinary things

Like how can a wave possibly be

I started running and the concrete turned to sand

I started running and things didn't pan out as planned

In case things go poorly and I not return

Remember the good things I've done

In case things go poorly and I not return

Remember the good things I've done

Done me in