The thin horizon of a plan is almost clear   My friends and I have had a tough time   Bruising our brains hard up against change   All the old dogs and the magician      Now I see we're in the boat in two-by-two's   Only the heart that we have for a tool we could use   And the very close quarters are hard to get used to   Love weighs the hull down with its weight      But the wood is tired, and the wood is old   And we'll make it fine, if the weather holds   But if the weather holds, we'll have missed the point   That's where I need to go      No way construction of this tricky plan   Was built by other than a greater hand   With a love that passes all our understanding   Watching closely over the journey      Yeah, but what it takes to cross the great divide   Seems more that all the courage I can muster up inside   But we got to have some answers when we reach the other side   The prize is always worth the rocky ride      But the wood is tired, and the wood is old   And we'll make it fine, if the weather holds   But if the weather holds, we'll have missed the point   That's where I need to go      Sometimes I ask to sneak a closer look   Skip to the final chapter of the book   And then maybe steer us clear from some of the pain it took   To get us where we are this far, this far      But the question drowns in its futility   Even I have got to laugh at me   No one gets to miss the storm of what will be   Just holding on for the ride      But the wood is tired, and the wood is old   And we'll make it fine, if the weather holds   But if the weather holds, we'll have missed the point   That's where I need to go