The Muse - David Crosby, Becca Stevens

By the light of common day

Things look different

Than they did in the starlit dark

The dark was warm and clouded

It was easy to deceive yourself

And those around you in the work

To say the craziness and pain

The spreading of the stain

Is exactly where you gain the spark to make it

As if being happy isn’t quite enough

Somehow I needed to make it rough

Rough enough to break it

To make those long connections

And run in wrong directions

Till I break it loose

I was wrong of course, I see now

The spark is there all the time

If you know how

To listen to your calling

The muse is quietly knocking

On your door right now

To say the craziness and pain

The spreading of the stain

Is exactly where you gain the spark to make it

As if being happy isn’t quite enough

Somehow I needed to make it rough

Rough enough to break it

Rough enough to break it

You have to go faithfully each day

And open up your head some way, somehow

And what will come in answer

Some strong and gentle dancer

Will carry a song, through your door

Some great lifting force of light

Will come to balance fearful night

Raise its voice and then raise yours

Raise its voice and then raise yours

Raise its voice and then raise yours

You have to go faithfully each day

And open up your head some way, somehow