Rattlin' through a prison of introspection From the smallest cell can spread the whole infection And I am not one to push it all aside For I am one to hurt, and to hide I read the book of psalms by David And I sometimes feel exactly the way that he did I am no man I am a wormy (?) If I set abroad a comfort out of light Well here are notes from a banjo underground Here is a 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 I'm happy I don't prepare for other times I've worried holes and my heart will not mend But I wish I did not hurt my friends Well here are notes from a banjo underground Here is a worm behind the sound When I find my little light, you know I'll let it shine Mostly a question of time Of time Of time Of time