I started out in search of ordinary thingsnHow much of a tree bends in the windnI started telling the story without knowing the endnI used to be darker, then I got lighter, then I got dark againnSomething too big to be seen was passing over and over menWell it seemed like a routine case at firstnWith the death of the shadow came a lightness of versenBut the darkest of nights, in truth, still dazzlesnAnd I work myself until I'm frazzlednnI ended up in search of ordinary thingsnLike how can a wave possibly be?nI started running, and the concrete turned to sandnI started running, and things didn't pan out as plannednIn case things go poorly and I not returnnRemember the good things I've donenIn case things go poorly and I not returnnRemember the good things I've donenDone me in