According to a gadget that I wear, I walked sixteen miles today for my job. To put it mildly, I don't have the job I would prefer to have. I am weary now at the end of the day, as I am at the end of most days. On my way home, I fell deeply asleep on the subway. I awoke at my stop, confused, but lucky to be in the right place. My body aches; I notice new aches all the time. They join the chorus of old aches that persist as I drag my bones across the pavement. It sounds melodramatic, but it is the truth. This is a weary song for a weary evening. It is quiet and simple and true.
lyrics
Oh the wind may it lift you up
Lift you up
'Til the earth falls silent down below
May it lift you up
Lift you up
Oh the night may it lay you down
Lay you down
May you dress your wounds
Here on the ground
When you lay you down
Lay you down
Oh the rain may it wake you up
Wake you up
May the thunder clap shake loud enough
That it wakes you up