Sitting at the Bottom of Nickajack Cave, a song

Sitting at the bottom of Nickajack Cave
I’m waiting for someone to come along and save me
Sitting at the bottom of Nickajack Cave
I don’t want to leave but I know I can’t stay
And the flickering light is playing tricks on my sight
While I’m sitting at the bottom of the cave

There’s a darkness that shines
Brighter than the daylight
There’s a dying place
That breathes there deeper than the soul
There’s a cleansing buried in the mire
There’s a healing burning in the fire
There’s a needing that’s sharper than desire
And a thirst in the ache when the aching makes you whole

Sitting at the bottom of Nickajack Cave
I’m waiting for someone to come along and save me
Sitting at the bottom of Nickajack Cave
I don’t want to leave but I know I can’t stay
And the flickering light is playing tricks on my sight
While I’m sitting at the bottom of the cave

And I’m stuck here again
How I go there I don’t know
Just a slip of the hands
And suddenly I find myself groping through the shadows
In the darkness where the light is deceiving
On a journey where the path is misleading
For vision where the blindness is believing
As the past rattles round like a never-ending echo

Sitting at the bottom of Nickajack Cave
I’m waiting for someone to come along and save me
Sitting at the bottom of Nickajack Cave
I don’t want to leave but I know I can’t stay
And the flickering light is playing tricks on my sight
While I’m sitting at the bottom of the cave