The thin horizon of a plan is almost clear My friends and I have had a tough time Bruising our brains hard up against change All the old dogs and the magician Now I see we're in the boat in two by twos Only the heart that we have for a tool we could use And the very close quarters are hard to get used to Love weighs the hull down with it's weight But the wood is tired and the wood is old And we'll make it fine if the weather holds But if the weather holds we'll have missed the point That's where I need to go
No way construction of this tricky plan Was built by other than a greater hand With a love that passes all out understanding Watching closely over the journey Yeah but what it takes to cross the great divide Seems more than all the courage I can muster up inside Although we get to have some answers when we reach the other side The prize is always worth the rocky ride But the wood is tired and the wood is old And we'll make it fine if the weather holds But if the weather holds we'll have missed the point That's where I need to go
Sometimes I ask to sneak a closer look Skip to the final chapter of the book And then maybe steer us clear from some of the pain it took To get us where we are this far yeah But the question drowns in it's futility And even I have got to laugh at me No one gets to miss the storm of what will be Just holding on for the ride The wood is tired and the wood is old We'll make it fine if the weather holds But if the weather holds we'll have missed the point That's where I need to go
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