Lyrics

This earthly life can feel like a prison
I don’t know God, I just know what God isn’t
I know what I think. I feel what I feel
I think what I know isn’t actually real

All I can see is a bend in the river
I can’t know the whole, I just get a sliver
Sometimes it causes these old bones to shiver
In the presence of love

This earthly life is pregnant with longing
The seekers are seeking, the singers are song-ing
A carpenter’s turning a post on a lathe
The torches are lighting our way to the grave

All I can hear is the voice of a shadow
Or maybe a voice in the heart of the marrow
Something that grew in the fields that were fallow
Chasing the sun, chasing the sun

(Solo over 1st half of verse)

This early life, is it worth defending?
We cry at the start, we cry at the ending
A chorus of tears to the maker ascending
Chasing the sun

I turn to the light on the darkest of mornings
History is changing, its writers are wronging
I sing when I can, when I find my voice
I choose to live free if I’m given the choice

All I can tell you is what’s real to me
The smell of the earth, the salt of the sea
As long as I live I guess I will be
Chasing the sun, chasing the sun


© March 13, 2022 Jude Roberts (Robert Jude DiBennardo)