I know the new nation that we've been chasing
Isn't all for waste, and
I know you're here when I need you around
But maybe I'd be stronger if I stayed longer
Learning right from wrong, or
The other thousand things that I'm figuring out
I know the new nation that we've been chasing
Isn't all for waste, and
I know you're here when I need you around
But maybe I'd be stronger if I stayed longer
Learning right from wrong, or
The other thousand things that I'm figuring out
She loves the morning
She loves every part of the day, but especially the morning
I think it's in the artistic redemption
The quiet call to lift eyelids and skylids
The second chances
The third chances
The fourth chances
And of all the people who might petition God for another chance
She has a case
A case of trophies boasting of the ways she used to move
Used to sing, used to
A case of empty bottles and ziplock backs
Testifying to the ways she had been used
And a case of book after wisdom after book
Bought to be borrowed and we do
Her name is J
For the joy that she gives
For the jewel that she is
For the Jazz that she lives
She's bright in every sense of the word
She's bright because of The Word
And her light is my morning
I know the new nation that we've been chasing
Isn't all for waste, and
I know you're here when I need you around
Maybe I'd be stronger if I stayed longer
Learning right from wrong, or
The other thousand things that I'm figuring out
How humbling it is that a third of our lifetime is untouchable
Are we so fragile that for every 16 hours of movement
We require eight of stillness?
Is the world so heavy that by our dying day we cannot lift it?
Are we so in danger of thinking ourselves invincible
That we must be reintroduced to weakness on a nightly basis?
I think so
I think often about this
Especially as I watch her 24 hours trimmed further and further down
Until the ratio is flipped, leaving only one third for her use
That one third in all its discomfort brings a comfort
Better yet, a Life
Like nothing I've seen in all my waking hours
From the heart of the storm
From the confusion of the worn
A Revolution has been born
One that will outlive every sunset
Until the day there is no sunset
And everything is as the son said
(Who-ah-oh)
I know the new nation that we've been chasing
Isn't all for waste, and
I know you're here when I need you around
But maybe I'd be stronger if I stayed longer
Learning right from wrong, or
The other thousand things that I'm figuring out