It Might Bring Light

There's an old drunk, in a junk store
With a small boat
And he's looking for something he hasn't seen before
And he wants you to help him

He is searching for something quite peculiar
And when he finds it you'll know for sure
And I sleep with open eyes, waiting for disruption
To kick up my sediment, to harvest me
It's no one's fault but my own, the coming year will likely
Bring light, it might
It might

I sleep with open eyes
I'm waiting all my life
It's really no one's fault
I'm going nowhere

And when you find me
Sitting quietly
In a beach town, for the first time
Feeling something I haven't felt before
I want you to turn back
Take yourself home
And make a pot of tea
And remember how I was sitting patiently
Seemingly waiting forever for something quite familiar

And I'm sitting by myself waiting for disruption
To kick up my sediment, to harvest me
It's no one's fault but my own
The coming year will likely
Bring light, it might

I sleep with open eyes
I'm waiting all my life
It's really no one's fault
I'm going nowhere

I sleep with open eyes
I'm waiting all my life
It's really no one's fault
I'm going nowhere