From the recording Sundays
The Answer (written by Ross Cambrin, unpublished, ©2013 Ross Cambrin)
This song relates the idea that our shadows define us and how I need to come to terms with my past rather than let dying do that for me. This is only part of the songs story and I was quite ill with a cold or something at the time which influenced the words.
It was just after Xmas and I was trying to distract myself for the misery of the bug so I started writing a song. It kept me sane and the first line is about this flame inside me that I have to tap into to literally get me out of bed and start moving. When people talk about Gods given grace, I feel that spark that burns in me is the grace that was given me.
Lyrics
The Answer (written by Ross Cambrin, unpublished)
Lying on my bed in contemplation of another world.
Lines of life held so dear, now thinner than the rest.
In my human circumstance, I ask just for another chance,
(To) find the spark, light the flame, come put me through the test.
The shadows linger as I walk along the street.
They run and hide in windows, my reflection made complete.
In a place, I relate, to this different story.
On my knees, half awake, from a thousand miles away,
I hear the echoes of the words , ‘Where am I going?”
Without knowing who I am, and where I’m from.
I step outside and take a breath, and myself to leave regret,
With the other piles of trash and dirt that now don’t mean a thing.
In my souls stirs gratitude, replacing once an attitude,
Of contempt for myself and everyone I met.
The shadows linger as I walk along the street.
They run and hide in windows, my reflection made complete.
In a place, I relate, to this different story.
On my knees, half awake, from a thousand miles away,
I hear the echoes of the words , ‘Where am I going?”
Without knowing who I am, and where I’m from.
If I could tell you one more lie, I’d love to say that I’d like to die,
In a crowded room with all the people that I’ve known,
But in truth there’s no disgrace to disappear without a trace,
You’ll find my head, against a tree, with the sun upon my brow.
Shadows fade with light, they’ll disappear at last,
An from a dream I will awake, (and) come to forgive my past.
In a place, I relate, to this different story.
On my knees, half awake, from a thousand miles away,
I hear the echoes of the words …..
From another side just trying to be heard……
Still there’s know way of knowing where the sands of time are blowing,
With the answers to the question , “Where I’m from?”