there are no answers in the pages endless lines where we wait and our hands plow the furrows sketching lines on our face and i long for you down roads theyd walk me through but i have grown tired tired of endless guessing my love i look for you there are no answers in these pages only lines where we wait and i stuff my ears to listen close my eyes to your gaze do i cast my lots with all all i have known do i refuse the call that brings me back home and ive tossed and turned upon these questions ive piled like stones to throw i raise my arm you raise the invitation to be loved is to know