I went looking for the boy who lit the candle Found a man who learned to read the smoke Memory may fade and falter But you learn to carry what it broke I am not the haunting, but I am the spirit I am not the wound, I'm what it taught The past don't lock unless you bring the key in And I left mine somewhere I forgot Going back ain't going under It's the lightning learning thunder It's the river kissing shore Back to the start ain't starting over It's a field of four-leaf clover Learning how to bloom once more The road don't owe the traveler an answer The mirror don't owe the beholder a disguise I came back lighter than the question Heavier with what the silence hides There's a kindness in revisiting a sorrow Without bowing to the weight it used to be The beginning is a teacher, not to borrow I was never meant to stay there, the lesson's me Going back ain't going under It's the lightning learning thunder It's the river kissing shore Back to the start ain't starting over It's a field of four-leaf clover Learning how to bloom once more The start ain't safe, there's always danger But you have to learn to stay afloat You can fold or you can pass it to a stranger But you're going to have to cast your vote What you call returning is releasing And the difference is the hands you choose to hold Going back ain't going under It's the lightning learning thunder It's the river kissing shore Back to the start ain't starting over It's a field of four-leaf clover Learning how to bloom once more The start was just a window I outgrew Not a place to live, just a place to see through
