Looking through the windowglass 
Trying to find the pane
But all there ever seems to be
Is rain
And it’s pouring down
Enough to drown
A whole city with its depth
Do you live in the forest of no regret
And can a fire burn it up
It’s like the sun on speed or some other drug
Taking uppers to keep the high
But there’s no blue in the sky
It’s all a trick of the light
But don’t worry, son, you’ll be alright
As we trust fall into the air
I just know there’s something there
Some Jesus to catch my soul
Science says the waves roll
Because of the moon
But is there room
For a little mystery
A sort of adjacent history
That plies the wood
And pries me apart
And everything I do
Is done with heart
To be the full of my Spirit
You’re right, but where did you hear it?