In God you place our mistrust   Train lines and paperback books   How life can turn on a whim   Closed doors can open again      All my days   There won't be so much at stake   A passing thought   Can redefine the path I walk      We danced to silence that talked   We made some sense of it all   Back now to some other life   Chill winds and chimney-stack light      All my days   There won't be so much at stake   A passing thought   Can redefine the path I walk      All my days   There won't be so much at stake   A passing thought   Can redefine the path I walk