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
That's
where I need to go
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