From the recording Year of the Ox
Lyrics
Hello ego, old friend
We're 4 deep at the bar again
Plotting a tragic hero story
Of loss and vindication
Still hiding in this habit
Still digging in the fear
Seeking emancipation
From the constant din of gears
But there's nothing to ponder
Nothing to say
Spend some time in silence
And see that nothing is the way
Drop this burden, the weight and the greed
And glide across this water gracefully
We're too scared not to talk
So we thicken up the plot with these old lines
Same daddy mama drama
In the watchful eye of a bovine
Still hiding in these habits
Still digging in the fear
Seeking emancipation
From the constant din of gears
But there's nothing to ponder
Nothing to say
Spend some time in silence
And see that nothing is the way
Drop this burden, the weight and the greed
And glide across this water gracefully
See there's a toughness you can't tenderize
Despite any force and marination
There's no expectation for some prize
or royal coronation
No opposable thumbs
Or disposable income
Or tea time incantations
Gonna bring the realization
That there's nothing to ponder
Nothing to say
Spend some time in silence
And see that nothing is the way
Drop this burden, the weight and the greed
And glide across this water gracefully
Remember the shaman said
Gentle precision is the way
And until you let it go
You'll trudge all your heavy days away
Stop your digging
Stop your hiding
Quiet your thinking
Start gliding
But there's nothing to ponder
Nothing to say
Spend some time in silence
And see that nothing is the way
Drop this burden, the weight and the greed
And glide across this water gracefully
Can't learn it from the preacher
Won't find it on TV
Not from the shaman or the sages
Only from within you, naturally
So now we disappear, my old friend
And give it all up to the moon