Packed Powder Lyrics - Blind Pilot

I started working at the second hand 

I thought it would make me more colorful 

I saw the world as a stitch and patch 

I saw the sky as torn grey wool 

I started working as a dime store clerk 

I thought it would make me the kind to put you first 

My only dreams were in fluorescent light 

My only goal was to forget what I was worth 

I want to see how it takes me 

I want to see how the powder burns 

Don't want to keep what I can't have more of 

Don't want to wait and miss my turn 

I started working as a tour guide 

I thought it would make me believe my own words 

Every patient thought just passed me by 

Every truth I said sounded just absurd 

I started working at a small town church 

I thought it would make me a better man 

They said the sins I had would fly away 

As if the birds were in the palms of my own hands