A line of strands to mark the trail   No one said it would be easy   I must admit   I thought that risk was better waged in younger seasons      And all these years in the cold play hell on the throat   Until everything I say burns like cinders   But it's hard to belong to a girl or a song   In the crease of a strangling winter      It's strange to be lost   Stranger still to be lone on the strings of a twisting line   Along the way the turns are sharp   No one said they would be easy   I must admit    I thought the trip was better made in younger seasons   But all these years in pursuit made a man of a fool   Till every word I say is on waver      Well it's hard to belong    To a girl or a song    In the case of a selfish believer   It's strange to be lost    Stranger still to belong on the strings in a twisting line       Well it's hard to belong    To a girl or a song    In the case of a selfish believer   It's strange to be lost    Stranger still to belong on the strings in a twisting line       And when the path I have made    From the grass to the grave   I will love you still   And when the sand turns to glass    And all that's left is the past   I will love you still