From the recording Twelve Children (CD-quality WAV)
Then, one day, you figure out that things *can* change, that you don't need to be perfect, and they don't need to be perfect. Once you figure that out, you have something to work with. 360 Minutes was co-written with Deborah Golden, and it's a good thing, too, because I could never have come up with this idea without her. We don't know how things work out for our hero. He doesn't know either. But, at the end of the day (and a very long phone call reconnecting), we know that he is willing to find out.
Lyrics
Well I did not expect, I might well come to regret
This feeling I get every time I look into your eyes
Heart beating in my chest, deciding whether I’m alive
And I’m still guessing, I'm still guessing tonight
I’ve been thinking about this mess, how divine, how holy it is
God deals with mud and spit, no flash of light, just stone and sand and grit
Maybe, just, maybe, love is born there too
Mud and spit, sand and grit, a mess for me and
You don’t know what you can do
And I’m trapped here inside my mind
But we? Just think of what we could be
Mud and spit, sand and grit, a mess for you and me
Been thinking about this mess, how divine how holy it is
Been thinking about this mess, how divine how holy it is
Been thinking about this mess
thinking about this mess