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