Out on the porch in a thunderstorm
with the old dog asleep on your lap
you look like myself from a long time ago
I think I can see the way back
I’m growing my hair long again
I’m moving back into the trees
I want to make more than just the rent
I want to be bright with belief
I want to be bright with belief
I want to be bright with belief
I want to be bright with belief
I want to be bright with belief
I was born eager and earnest
I was born smooth as tumbled stone
it’s true that my edges gone jagged
I’ll try to grow soft in my time alone
I wrote my life as a wave once
I’ve grown it as a tree
and now I weld it in stained glass
so you can look through and you’ll see
all of it deep with color
all of it bright with belief
I want to be bright with belief
I want to be bright with belief
I want to be bright with belief
I want to be bright with belief
I saw it out the side of my eye once
I swore it was almost in reach
drifting just under the surface
glinting as bright as belief
I want to be bright with belief
I want to be bright with belief
I want to be bright with belief
I want to be bright with belief