Rattlin' through a prison of introspection
From the smallest cell can spread the whole infection
And I am not one to push it all aside
For I am one to hurt, and to hide
I read the book of psalms by David
And I sometimes feel exactly the way that he did
I am no man I am a worm he cried
If I said it brought me comfort I'd have lied
Well here are notes from the Banjo Underground
Here is a worm behind the sound
When I find my little light, you know I'll let it shine
Mostly a question of time
And it's nobody's fault but mine
When I'm happy I don't prepare for other times
I've worried holes in my heart will not mend
But I wish I did not hurt my friends
Well here are notes from the Banjo Underground
Here is a worm behind the sound
When I find my little light, you know I'll let it shine
Mostly a question of time
Of time
Of time
Of time