Minding The Dust lyrics

My mind is like an old dusty attic

Haunted with age and cobwebs

Hanging from a rotting roof

That invites the cold bolting wind

And draws the frozen sands inward

In it I keep thoughts, experiences

And wisdoms in snarled boxes

Caked with dust and debris

To be opened and issued in times of need

To enlighten the situation's stealth

But sometimes a container may be pushed aside

Remaining well concealed, until at last

In a minùte search for aid

At the final hour of tribulation

Discovering my assets to mend

The tear in my serenity

To prevent this from happening

I must often repair and maintain

My hidden timeless treasures

That I may truly appreciate

Their greatness and beauty

For me, for others wandering, waiting

It is a blessing to be able and willing

To help anyone in need when

The time comes and to keep

The attic looking sharp

Lest someday someone

May come and venture too

Knocking the house down and then

I would be helpless, without coverage

A mindless thought, a thoughtless mind