Living

[Verse 1]
Moonlight climbed through the window
And I followed it back out
To the middle of the yard
And laid myself right down
In borrowed light and stretched out like a star
Taking in the night jars

[Refrain]
Just existing can be hard
Maybe living is an art

[Verse 2]
We were walking along the shoreline
Still too cold for summer clothes
True, I dove in on a dare
But I'd have done it anyway, we both know
I say, "Gather the wind in your fists
Perfect conditions don't exist"
Living's what I call it
The other word don't fit

[Verse 3]
Today, pruning trees
Cutting back honey locust thorns
I tore through my glove
Blood ran red and warm
And I'm learning first-hand again
Pain can live on its own and get past your skin
Living when I'm honest
It can be punishing

[Refrain]
And just existing can be hard
Maybe living is an art