I'm still an arrow unshot, fixed to a bow, I'm still, I'm still
I'm still a fire unlit, ready to go, I'm still, I'm still
I'm still loaded and waiting, with anticipation to fly
I'm still studying the patterns in the night sky
I'm still a note that's unplayed, ink on a page, I'm still, I'm still
I'm still a cry in the night, lonesome and high, I'm still, I'm still
I'm still tuned to an insturment of greater and unknown design
I'm still looking for direction, some kind of sign
I'm still tuning myself to the great key, I'm still, I'm still
Great Lake Swimmers - Still :
Lost Channels
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