On Wisdom Hill by Jason Allen - Lyrics

(Written by Jason Allen)

The man who threw it all away
For a carriage on a slow train
To find out if his soul would stay
Regret to inform you...

I am he
It was me

The boy who jumped into the river
Swam the lake yet can't forgive her
Lost in search of saintly sinners
Sorry to say that

I am he
That was me

The ripples on the pond last June
The perfect circle harvest moon
The sound in someone else's room
In case you didn't notice

It was me
I am he

So every time you pass this way
Whatever Godforsaken day
Has weathered you like time's escape
If someone's still there then

The man who threw it all away
For a carriage on a slow, slow train
Not a marriage or a family
I'm sorry to say that

This is me
Something freed my mind

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Jason Allen
Vocals, acoustic guitar, electric guitar, bass guitar,
bongos, backing vocals, lyrics.

"This began life as an instrumental called 'The Glebe', which is a little wood near my home. I went there one sunny winter afternoon and spent an hour thinking, just me and my soul... The words were written the next day, separately, almost as a poem. When it came to finishing 'The Glebe' I rediscovered the words and they happened to fit the tune instantly."