Sound And Fury
Tell me where you're going, ask what I'm doing
Wonder how it's coming along
It's a piece of a puzzle, it's a midnight struggle
I'm going, I'm going, I'm gone
Steve's in Manhattan, Will's down in Houston
Sometimes the tables don't turn
The start of your suffering is the end of your wondering
I'm smoking, I'm smoking, I've burned
Tell me where you're going, ask what I'm doing
Wonder if I'm coming along
It's a piece of a puzzle, it's a melody muddled
I'm going, I'm going, I'm gone
It comes down the Selway, rolls into the Lochsa
To make its Pacific return
The state of your mind shouldn't keep you from kindness
I'm teaching, I'm teaching, I've learned
So tell me where you're going, ask what I'm doing
Wonder how it's moving along
It's a sound and a fury, it signifies nothing
I'm going, I'm going, I'm gone
Banjo for strumming, Black American woman
The gatekeeper's footing disturbed
It's a song down the ages, it's a tearing of pages
I'm listening, I'm listening, I've heard
So tell me where you're going, ask what I'm doing
Wonder how it's taken this long
It's a shirt I've been offered from the backs of our mothers
I'm going, I'm going, I'm gone
It's the wreck of Los Gatos, my home in Los Altos
The apricots' yearly return
It's the saints at the river, it's a Trinity swimmer
Oh glory, oh glory, my lord
Wonder how it's coming along
It's a piece of a puzzle, it's a midnight struggle
I'm going, I'm going, I'm gone
Steve's in Manhattan, Will's down in Houston
Sometimes the tables don't turn
The start of your suffering is the end of your wondering
I'm smoking, I'm smoking, I've burned
Tell me where you're going, ask what I'm doing
Wonder if I'm coming along
It's a piece of a puzzle, it's a melody muddled
I'm going, I'm going, I'm gone
It comes down the Selway, rolls into the Lochsa
To make its Pacific return
The state of your mind shouldn't keep you from kindness
I'm teaching, I'm teaching, I've learned
So tell me where you're going, ask what I'm doing
Wonder how it's moving along
It's a sound and a fury, it signifies nothing
I'm going, I'm going, I'm gone
Banjo for strumming, Black American woman
The gatekeeper's footing disturbed
It's a song down the ages, it's a tearing of pages
I'm listening, I'm listening, I've heard
So tell me where you're going, ask what I'm doing
Wonder how it's taken this long
It's a shirt I've been offered from the backs of our mothers
I'm going, I'm going, I'm gone
It's the wreck of Los Gatos, my home in Los Altos
The apricots' yearly return
It's the saints at the river, it's a Trinity swimmer
Oh glory, oh glory, my lord
Credits
Writer(s): Margo Cilker, Forrest Vantuyl
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