The Wood Song

The wood song 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 our understanding Watching closely over the journey, yeah But what it takes to cross the great divide Seems more that all the courage i can muster up inside. But 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. But the question drowns in it's futility, 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. 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.