Lyrics

Here's Hoping

Buried beneath the weight of all the mistakes I never made,
Of all the debts I never owed, of all the ways I never paid--
You can really wreck your mind trying to keep yourself in line,
Waiting for the light to shine on some unmistakable sign—
I’ve had enough of this not living to last me til I die.

And if I could still pray, I’d pray the Lord my brain to save,
To let good reason be my home and understanding be my grave.
But all this searching for some certainty can tear apart your heart,
Standing still and staring hard into the all-encircling dark—
I’ve had enough of this not moving and I’m scrambling for a spark.

And it’s been so long since I got caught wandering in the rain,
Since I set out on that highway with no milestones or name,
And I’ll probably end with nothing left but a deep and dark chaotic mess of faith and hope and love—
Here’s hoping that’ll be enough.

I’m always waiting on the bottom to come crashing out—
That’s a lesson I’ve had to learn, not just some arbitrary doubt.
But life can take you by surprise, so don’t you close your jaded eyes,
The sun may never really rise, we all might crumble into lies—
But I’ve had enough of that cool confidence to last me til I die.

And it’s been so long since I got caught wandering in the rain,
Since I set out on that highway with no milestones or name,
And I’ll probably end with nothing left but a deep and dark chaotic mess of faith and hope and love—
Here’s hoping that’ll be enough.

Oh but fear is one hell of a shelter.
Yeah, fear is one hell of a shelter.

And it’s been so long since I got caught wandering in the rain,
Since I set out on that highway with no milestones or name,
And I’ll probably end with nothing left but a deep and dark chaotic mess of faith and hope and love—
Here’s hoping that’ll be enough.
Someday I’ll kneel and I’ll confess the great mistakes of faith and hope and love—
Here’s hoping that’ll be enough.

Rain Dance

All through the cruelest month we prayed for rain,
But the dust-clouds came blowing on in just the same.
If we could find some life in this dead land,
Maybe some of that dust would grow into an honest man.

Oh, well this rain dance is making us sick—
Ain’t any good ever gonna stick?

I thought I saw your blue eyes just the other day,
Welling up with tears and looking my way.
You said you could take me to the spirit in the sky,
Well baby, life ain’t that easy, and neither am I.

Oh, well this rain dance is making us lame—
Ain’t we ever gonna wash away the shame?

Now my conscience is filthy but my knuckles are clean,
I’m tired of fighting off my demons alone and unseen.
Looks like that levee’s never gonna break,
But I’ll keep right on waiting, for heaven’s sake.

Oh, well maybe this rain dance is making us strong—
Or maybe we just got the steps all wrong.
Or maybe this rain dance is driving us mad—
Is dust and ash really so bad?

It Never Fails

Every turning of the seasons shows how life can be so short and be so long,
Can be so right and be so wrong,
And all I’m left with is a chilly breeze at dawn.

And that winter time was so hard that I almost didn’t make it out alive,
Oh, but I made myself survive,
Until that summertime unfroze me and something in me died.

And I’m afraid of losing you in my will to live,
Afraid I’ll give you up in my painful need to give,
‘Cause love is minimized by time and fate and all those other things I’ll someday call getting over you—
Oh but Love, don’t be made a fool.

I’m pushed ahead by all those fragile hands I never took the strength or time to hold
While I spun straw out of my gold
Until the emptiness was too heavy a load.

And these feelings in me grow until they’re strong enough to fade into a song
And that’s so right and that’s so wrong,
And all I’m left with is the skin that I’ve put on.

And I’m afraid of losing you in my will to live,
Afraid I’ll give you up in my painful need to give,
‘Cause love is minimized by time and fate and all those other things I’ll someday call getting over you—
Oh but Love, don’t be made a fool.

Now I’ve got nothing left to say—
My words just get in my way—
So I’ll just pray for the day I know may never come to set us on our way
And all my life I’ll have to pay for the way
That love went wrong
While I was trying to do right all along.

And I’m afraid of losing you in my will to live,
Afraid I’ll give you up in my painful need to give,
‘Cause love is minimized by time and fate and all those other things I’ll someday call getting over you—
Oh but Love, don’t be made a fool.
Oh now Love, just this once,
Don't be a fool.

Crossroads

I’ve travelled back in from the western lands
To the places we stand and we wait
To learn if we’re nothing more than an endless march of simple twists of fate.
And the wind blows wild through the wideness of life,
That prayer, that cathedral, the wrongness of right.
Can I find a way to breathe hope into my song?
Well I’ll just learn to hold myself steady and move along.

Oh, the innocence you lose
When you stop telling lies
Gets buried in the dust beneath the crooked crossroads sign.
And I fear this road will break me in the end,
‘Cause I was made to stand up tall, I wasn’t made to bend—
And I just move along.

The sky frowns down, the storm-clouds gather, and the heavens burst open and cry—
I wish I could cry
Like the mid-summer sky
But I’ve held too much inside of these eyes.
And I wonder if heaven’s too blind to mourn,
I curse the day I was blessed to be born.
Will I ever find the words to sing a new song?
I’ll just learn to hold myself steady and move along.

Oh, the innocence you lose
When you stop telling lies
Gets buried in the dust beneath the crooked crossroads sign.
And I fear this road will break me in the end,
‘Cause I was made of the strongest stuff, I wasn’t made to bend—
And I just move along.

Well, the crossroads keeper, you see those eyes,
You know he’s not the prince of lies,
But he’ll grab your hand, he’ll make you stand, can you understand?

Oh, children, stay in your hometown,
Marry young and settle down
On that wide and easy road
Where you can always turn around.

‘Cause the innocence you lose
When you stop telling lies,
You bury it in the dust beneath the crooked crossroads sign,
And you just move along.

Hardest Thing of All

I was almost born on the side of the highway,
I was almost not born at all.
No wonder I stagger, no wonder I run,
No wonder I can’t find a place alongside anyone.

Well people will leave you,
Won’t hear you or see you
In the dark when you’re trying to call,
But making it into this world alive is the hardest thing of all.

Boredom and fear—
We’re all born into boredom and fear.
From the darkness, the struggle, the tears,
To boredom and fear.
The angels will wrestle and break you,
While the demons caress you and take you.
This world’s not made to be soft,
We’re all a little bit lost.

I’ve pondered the dim grinning eyes of the Reaper
More times than I dare to recall.
Thank God for the sunlight, thank God for change,
Thank God for my lack of resolution those days.

But God is a mystery
And so is history,
Nothing will ever be clear and we’re scarred from our falls,
But making it into this world alive was the hardest thing of all.

Boredom and fear—
We’re all born into boredom and fear.
From the darkness, the struggle, the tears,
To boredom and fear.
The angels will wrestle and break you,
While the demons caress you and take you.
This world’s not made to be soft,
We’re all a little bit lost.

I was almost born on the side of the highway,
I was almost not born at all—
Making it into this world alive was the hardest thing of all.

If I Forget Thee

We hung our harps on the willow trees,
Sat down beside the waters,
And cried for the land where we were free.
The memories of those days of light
Bowing down to darkest night,
Casting shadows on our sacred memories.

A trembling tongue, a withered hand,
All that’s left to tell the story
Of how our songs were ra[i]sed in that land.
And who can bear to tell the tale
That brought us to this shadowed vale
To the ears of those not born to understand?

I’ll take my harp from the willow tree,
Stand tall beside the water,
And sing in that old temple key.
I’ll call the children of this land,
And I’ll sing at their command,
And discover how these chains can make me free.

And I’ll probably end with nothing left
But a deep and dark chaotic mess
Of faith and hope and love—
Here’s hoping that’ll be enough.

Words of Love

I've watched too many words of love leave my lips and drift off into space,
And everything I've tried to touch just falls apart or blows up in my face,
So I've learned to hide inside my rhyme,
And I'm hiding again, but I'm hoping this time
You'll choose to hear what I'm saying straight to you.

'Cause you're stronger than you look
And I'm weaker than I think
And we're both worn down from trying so hard for all those things that were never meant to be.
So I wish I could find the words to say
To make you stay and take it easy with me.

I wrote you another song back before I knew that you were you,
And I don't want to believe that the saddest lines are the only ones that prove true,
But I kind of feel like a fool right now,
'Cause every time I've been broken I've strengthened my vow
To never again try to say what I'm trying to say to you.

But you're stronger than you look
And I'm weaker than I think
And we're both worn down from trying so hard for all those things that were never meant to be.
So I wish I could find the words to say
To make you stay and take it easy with me.

Now if you just need a warm body to hold,
Move along, 'cause I've learned to stay a little bit cold
If I want this heart to survive until I get old.
And too hot a fire will burn you out,
And all those games people play leave them scattered about--
Shouldn't love be much simpler than all the fear and doubt?

And you're stronger than you look
And I'm weaker than I think
And we're both worn down from trying so hard for all those things that will never make us free.
So I wish I could find the words to say--
I guess I'm foolishly hoping these are the words to say--
To make you stay and take it easy with me.