Yesterday's wars
Stack up like old papers on the floor
Pounding like old knocks upon my door
Breaking like the ocean
Washing through my hands
Changing this old mountain into sand
You know me
By the stories I have made
You know me
By looking out through boxes and cages
And it's hard to clearly see
What's right in ordinary light
Does the truth filter down through the ages
We cannot see the end so here we must begin
Tell me what will we write on these pages
Life's open road
Showing only what it wants to show
Callin' when it's time for us to go
Driven by emotion
Pushing from the past
Runnin' till our spirit's free at least
You know me
By the stories I have made
You know me
By looking out through boxes and cages
And it's hard to clearly see
What's right in ordinary light
Does the truth filter down through the ages
We cannot see the end
So here we must begin
Tell me what will we write on these pages
Down through history we race across
Borders into empty space we write
A chapter of fable a line a trace
Another heart may follow
You know me
By the stories I have made
You know me
By looking out through boxes and cages
And it's hard to clearly see
What's right in ordinary light
Does the truth filter down through the ages
We cannot see the end
So here we must begin
Tell me what will we write on these pages
We cannot see the end
So here we must begin
Tell me what will we write on these pages
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