About 20 years ago While I was falling down I fell into the bottom And I found my way around What's behind the door? I'm just a stranger to this place I looked into the mirror And I didn't like my face I thought I'd seen the dark before And that I liked the taste The crow hollers nevermore And now I'm craving grace Everything I prayed about Or dreamed of in the night I've slowly built a wall around This vanity of mine Don't hide it under a bushel Nah, but I won't let it shine It's smothered, cold, and blown about: This fragile light of mine I thought I'd seen the dark before And that I liked the taste ‘Twas just a shadow on the floor The moonlight on my face What's behind the door? I'm still a stranger in this place And though I'm wiser than before My ignorance is great Been beat up, bruised, and scarred And I'm still foolish in my ways I look into the mirror now And I can look away