A7sus4A7sus4 The thin horizon of a plan is almost clear
My friends and I have had a tough time A7sus4A7sus4 We're 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 two's 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
A7sus4A7sus4 But the wood is tired, and the wood is old
And we'll make it fine, if the weather holds A7sus4A7sus4 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 understading Watching closely over the journey
Yeah, but what it takes to cross the great divide Seems 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 then 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 Dsus4 To get us where we are this far, this far
(G) But the question drowns in its futility And even I have got to laugh at me Because no on gets to miss the storm of what will be Just holding on for the ride
And the wood is tired, and the wood is old And we'll make it fine if the weather holds But if the weather holds then we'll have missed the point That's where I need to go