It's true, I'm getting back to good
But there are varying degrees of good.
Sometimes I'm good plus two,
Sometimes I'm good minus eight,
But we all have those days
While getting back to great.
And sometimes I go to the dark
And sit and drown for a while.
I've learned to embrace the shadows
Like a cool and quiet friend,
A contemplative state
To find answers within,
That the light might blind me from seeing.
I don't know how long it will take
For me to get back to great?
You'll probably see the great in me long before I do.
I always seem to be that last to know, what I know.
