Somewhere north of Hope
You have been camped out
With your discontent
Guarding your coins of tenderness
Watching the wild geese
Cutting through the Autumn breeze
Seems there's no question for them
Of where to go, Or how to be free
Who will you fly South with
when the winter comes
How will you trust your direction or your
need to leave, to love, to leave, to love?
'Cause it's a long flight to where it's warm
'Cross the canvas of sky -
Through the bottoms of this song
Why aren't we born like the wild geese
Knowing our way home?
I feel it in your eyes
In the September wind
While the cold front,
threatens to move in
Under the silver skies
Over the golden leaves
We look behind us
but there is no one else to lead
We spend our days confused
Oh, trying not to lose
Through the layers of abstraction
That, thin line of blue
Trying to be strong
Still, but wishing to move on
Meanwhile inside us,
the wild geese are taking form
