Still, There's a Light - Matt Pryor

Passenger plane, cross-continental

Just can’t fly to save my life

And all I can say

I’m half in the bottle

Your look still cuts me like a knife

But don’t call it in

The day may be done

Swear that the lamp’s been broken

But still there’s a light

Adrift in this state

I’m damned to wander

Tracing circles in the dust

And hours of late

I have to wonder

Does water cleanse the desert rust?

Don’t call in it

The day may be done

Swear that the lamp’s been broken

But still there’s a light

These aren’t important things

They’re just my possessions

They don’t mean anything

You can have them

But don’t call it in

The day may be done

Swear that the lamp’s been broken

But still there’s a light

Still there’s a light

Still there’s a light