Lyrics

Got a moment of quiet now. Quiet in a relative sense, there's a yellin' on the street and a shaking on the fence. Ain't that the way it is, always something left to give the impression of chaos.
Four hundred miles from home on a sunny day. Hood up on that van, two grease-covered hands and green blood on the pavement. We cannot control our fragile state; one more tug and the part will break our good intentions.
I just keep thinkin' 'bout a story I've been told about some men out in a storm, with one asleep there in the boat. I don't need a grand solution or a formula to quote. There is no balance in this world, it was stolen long ago. I can breathe in every moment. I can catch a flash of grace.  Just let me learn to rest ...... in the midst of the tempest.
Everything began, everything will end. In the changes that occur there will be a final stir that may surprise our friends. We'll see the way it is, as the sun burns away the mist, it will lift the impression of chaos, lift the impression of chaos.