Every Little Bit Of It -- Song (by Carrie Newcomer)
Just beyond my sight, something that I cannot see
I've been circling around a thought that's been circling round me
Like the vapor of a song that is just out of ear shot
I thought I knew the question, but I guess not
There it is just below the surface of things
In a flash of blue, and the turning of wings
I drain the glass, I drink it down, every moment of this
Every little bit of it.
I swam against the tide, I tripped on my own pride
So I'll try again today, to get out of my own way
The face was always in the stone, said Michelangelo
You just have to chip and clear, to see what is already there
There it is just below the surface of things
In a flash of blue, and the turning of wings
I drain the glass, I drink it down, every moment of this
Every little bit of it.
There it is in the apple of every Newton notion
There it is in the scar healed over what was broken
In the branches, in the whispering
In the silence and the sighs
And the curious promise of limited time
It's true although it's hard
A shadow glides over the ridge
And one fast beating heart
Tries with all its might to live
And we sense, but can't describe
From the corner of our eye
Something nameless and abiding
And so we keep transcribing
There it is just below the surface of things
In a flash of blue, and the turning of wings
I drain the glass, drink it down, every moment of this
Every little bit of it, every little bit.