In a world where people come and go
In a place
Come on and gather round
And listen to my story
About a
Like a tainted hero
Like a wayward son
I get a little
We can talk 'til we're blue in the face
Words come
This time she'd drawn a line that he was never
So many voices in his ear
Are they playing on his
Day or night
Find your delight in knowing that God is
The road is long
With many a winding turn
That leads us
Before the threads of time began
Was pre-ordained a mighty plan
That
what's so wrong about daydreaming
what's so bad about feeling
So many mountains that we try to climb
So many
So many years, so confused
Wondering where I'm goin' to
Roads with
I have wrestled in the darkness of this lonely pilgrim
A silent house, moonlit walls
Shadows move like ghosts down
The twelve of you walked on the earth together
The father