The Listener - The Collection

All of my life, I’ve been asking the same things

And I still don’t think I’m closer to an answer

I’d build an ark at the first sighting of rain

But the sky just stays the same, and I feel landlocked by our conversation

I can’t tell the difference between stars and lights that I’m to follow

They all glow

So set my sails toward westward gales

And pray that love don’t just blow one direction

500 times I’ve asked you if you’re still there

And I never hear replies, yet somehow I’m still doing fine

If I find land, will I know if it was planned, or if it’s all just happenstance?

And will it matter as long as there is ground around for my feet?

If I head south, will that be heresy?

No, I don’t think so

So cast my fears away from piers

And pray that love don’t just blow one direction

Listen to the river, now

Listen to the river

When I woke up, you were standing on the opposite bank

And I saw that you never needed to be saved

And I know, I know, I know

That I’ve seen the light go out in so many friend’s eyes

But the wind can’t take the spark that settled inside

And I know, I know, I know we’ll be alright