It doesn’t matter how the sun sets,
nor how the clear streams flow.
There is no joy in waves of grain
or brilliant fields of snow.
 
This world in all its glory
spins round eternally,
but glory melts to sand and grey
because there’s only me.
 
I once lived life upon a world
with billions by my side,
where I spent my time wishing
I could run away and hide.
 
I prayed that God would give me
a whole world to call my own.
He granted it and now I live…
eternally alone.

You wished upon a star
and got left out in the rain.
You gave it all your heart
and it just got broke again.

It just got broke again
Oh… It just got broke again.

You dressed unto the nines,
now I guess he’ll never see.
You painted a whole world, clearly it
is not meant to be.

Not meant to be.
Oh… not meant to be.

He let you down again
now you’re sick of this pain,
from Baltimore to somewhere
should you get onto that train?

Oh… get on to that train.
Oh… get on to that train.
Oh… get on to that train.

Can’t help it but at each day’s end,
I look at you my life-long friend
and wish that we could somehow sail away.
Just sell it all and disappear,
go buy a ship and without fear
set off into the sun to make our way.
 
The ship would not have to be fine,
as long as you and it are mine
all else could pass away, I just don’t care.
For life’s what we choose it to be,
so why not make our home the sea
and live amongst the gulls so unaware.
 
But yeah, I know that’s all a dream,
and likely only mine twould seem
for I can see the smile behind your eyes.
So, I’ll keep dreaming of that time
when all our dreams can both align,
then we will sail away into the skies.

What happens when you finally decide
to change what you’re doing and swallow your pride?
Is it like when the fog clears away
and you find where you stand?
 
Or is it more like the unveiling of art,
struck by what you see yet unsure in your heart,
because it is nothing at all
like what you had planned?
 
For with resolution comes new eyes to see,
and new understanding of how things can be.
Yes, new faith that changes the path
of what lies ahead.
 
For everything’s different the day you decide
to follow your heart and let go of your pride.
You’re no longer a prisoner…
but rather a free man instead.

Have you ever come to the end of the day,
and can run the clock back play by play,
and can add it up that supposedly
it was the day it was supposed to be,
but somehow it seems that no time has gone
like a broken record playing on and on,
and you think back through all the things you’ve done -
every day every deed bleeding into one,
and you can’t help but feel just a little fear
and hopelessness, cuz it isn’t clear
what it’s all about, why you rise each day,
fight the fights you fight, play the games you play,
do the things you do, “Just what the hell for”
for you’ve done it all a thousand times before,
and could keep on going til the bitter end,
and perhaps you will but what purpose then
does it serve, and so your left with not
but to sigh and deal with what you’ve got,
and just keep moving for you know what they say…
 
Tomorrow will be a bran new day.

If I woke up and worked every day
with a calm execution of plans,
or perhaps at least stayed on approximate track
with the basic things for which I stand.
 
If with a small grain of faith I’d hold the course
knowing that by small things come the grand.
Then I think I’d be dangerous, I’d finally be...
an instrument in the Lord’s hands.

The stars that fill the midnight sky,
or single grains of sand
cannot compare to all his works
too vast to understand.
 
What number counts the drops of rain
that make the oceans wide?
How many hours and days and years
fill up eternal life?
 
How far the furthest star lies from
the meager grasp of man?
How far across this universe
has he stretched forth his hand?
 
What mercy fills The Father’s heart
which grants us time to grow?
Too much for us to comprehend…
too much for us to know.