Bulletproof © 2002 by Mick Overman OhCorina Music (ASCAP) all rights reserved

Now all the toys are winding down

And the hours hang suspended and still

Big old wind of change comes up across my door

Takes my heart in its hands and it just goes where it will

Never could have pictured myself here

How is anyone of us supposed to guess

Exactly when and where they will cross that line

Divides futility from meaningfulness

 

I could be in China and I'm here in California

Sunrise and the sunset really look almost the same

I pretend I'm bulletproof only to convince myself

That my life and my heart and my intentions

Become more pure with each touch of the flame

 

Sometimes I forget to laugh out loud

All the time that I spend counting beans

Sorting paperclips and circling the wagons

Countless other things not worth remembering

Some days I know that I am moving forward

Others well I may as well be pounding sand

What we would give up to feel like we belong somewhere

Maybe coming home is more than we can stand

 

Without the pile of crap that ties me down

Heaven dances in my heart

Learn to trust the way it shows itself to me

Learn to trust the way it falls apart

I am afraid to be affected by it

Greater than anything I can build up or undo

Hold it close and be protected by it

Believe in it and wait 'til it comes true

 

 

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Bulletproof © 2002 by Mick Overman OhCorina Music (ASCAP) all rights reserved
Bulletproof © 2002 by Mick Overman OhCorina Music (ASCAP) all rights reserved
Bulletproof © 2002 by Mick Overman OhCorina Music (ASCAP) all rights reserved
Bulletproof © 2002 by Mick Overman OhCorina Music (ASCAP) all rights reserved