Take More Time, Cover Less Ground

I'm the old wind-up clock in an ancient tower
I'm a lone table lamp and the appointed hour
I'm what's never been named and is nameless still
I'm the echo that comes back, from the bottom of the well.

Let me rest in the arms of these tangle roots.
I've been wearing my longing like a backpack and boots.
Let me notice the wheels, how they rattle and turn.
How my life's filled with kindness that I didn't earn.

Time to pick it all up and to lay it back down,
Time to know what I seek has already been found.
Time to listen for what never made a sound.
Time to take more time and cover less ground.
Time to take more time and cover less ground.

I'm surprise how these days so quickly pass,
Not half empty or full, just a big ol' glass.
Some answers don't come, but its enough to ask.
Deep calls to deep, and vast calls to vast.

Time to pick it all up and to lay it back down,
Time to know what I seek has already been found.
Time to listen for what never made a sound.
Time to take more time and cover less ground.
Time to take more time and cover less ground.

When the light lets loose and the stars take a bow,
I'm grateful we're all safe and here for now,
And that love keeps us tethered somewhere somehow.

Now in the season of come on home,
Slowing my life to the speed of my soul.
Now when the reason's been never more clear,
At the end of a hard but holy year.

Time to pick it all up and to lay it back down,
Time to know what I seek has already been found.
Time to listen for what never made a sound.
Time to take more time and cover less ground.
Time to take more time and cover less ground.