all of my life ive been asking the same things and i still dont think im closer to an answer id build an ark at the first sighting of rain but the sky just stays the same and i feel landlocked by our conversation i cant tell the difference between stars and lights that im to follow they all glow so set my sails toward westward gales and pray that love dont just blow one direction 500 times ive asked you if youre still there and i never hear replies yet somehow im still doing fine if i find land will i know if it was planned or if its all just happenstance and will it matter as long as there is ground around for my feet if i head south will that be heresy no i dont think so so cast my fears away from piers and pray that love dont just blow one direction listen to the river now listen to the river when i woke up you were standing on the opposite bank and i saw that you never needed to be saved and i know i know i know that ive seen the light go out in so many friends eyes but the wind cant take the spark that settled inside and i know i know i know well be alright