Darkness and the Light

Colorado was so nice, but I’m Minnesota’s son
Even when the cold winds blow in the darkness and the light
And the young folks search for meaning here and the old folks know there’s none
Out your window you can see the world, babe, it’s turning, and it’s gone
And the stars at night, Why do they make you cry?
Don’t you think that I’ll be coming home?
Well it’s not like Sunny, Monterrey in all the Steinbeck books you read
Where the hobos know the secrets and the law just turns their head
We are as close to paradise e’en though you might not hear it said
And the Methodists all bring a dish to share with the ashes on their head
And when the sun’s in the sky we’ll have a class outside
Why do you think that I can be so cold?
I’m not scared of much here anymore; wait, friends, that was a lie
'Cause I’m scared to death of losing you, to be alone, high and dry
And I know you worry about time and money
But don’t you know those things, they come and go?