1,000 Things - Sarah Jarosz

Where are the days, the childish ways?

They can’t be far behind me

She once lived here, my old friend fear

Ceaselessly to remind me

Yes, Yes I, Yes I hear you!

You may not hear the words I hear

But rambling is her song

So I translate, I fly, I skate

Where child of sky and earth belongs

Yes, Yes I, Yes I hear you

I find that I don’t do so well

With the words that hide from me

But the ones that introduce themselves

Say a thousand things to me

Say a thousand things to me

You may not feel the burning sweat

But a fire is raging inside her

It’s burning through the black and blue

Searing through all that I call mine

Yes, Yes I, Yes I feel you