We are but travelers on a road without end
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Searching for signs that the spirit may send
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There are few answers in this life I'm afraid
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Only more questions from this world that he made
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South of the city where the olive trees grow
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In the space between moments my heart sometimes goes
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I bathe in the silence there down on my knees
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Then it's gone like a woman who dances to tease
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There was no way I could hold you my dear
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I can only get closer with each passing year
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Sometimes I'm inside you, sometimes we're apart
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But there's always a place for you here in my heart
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And if we survive it will all just depend
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For we are but travelers on a road without end
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Travelers
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| Tim O'Brien |
