Words and Music: Emily Saliers
|
|
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 its 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 hold on for the 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
|
|
-----------------
|
Wood Song
|
| Indigo Girls |
