From the recording Bookmark (2004)

(slack tuned = DGCFAD)

With all due respect to the Land of the Living rock-n-roll version, this is more like the way I originally intended this song to be presented: slow and pensive. This is the “soul"? version that I still prefer to play live. Andrew Peterson was gracious enough to lend his warm voice to this little shaking dream of mine.

Lyrics

Recovery

I found recovery in a dark and dreary cell
chained to a corner, the stench of sin the smell
I fed myself portions of less-than remains
I slept in the waste of fraudulent claims

I found myself clinging to my odds
working to narrow the gap between the broad
locked like a slave to the pillar that’s my pride
at the admission of my failures you allowed my past to die

held for the healing

I found, I found, I found recovery
I found, I found, I found recovery

I had a dream, a shaking dream, that scoured my mind
a life lived hopelessly, the cure I could not find
you give graciously to those clinging to seeds and pods
but sometimes a wheat grain, Lord, is all that I’ve got

hold for the healing
hold me for the healing

I found, I found, I found recovery
I found, I found, I found recovery