Softly these fields they sing their melody to me
Teaching with a heart that seems sincere
And I could use a thousand words but never could compete
With the message that I know is written there
It's written everywhere
CHORUS
And the hand of the mercy maker
Painted it on the sky
And the hand of the mercy maker
Left enough tracks to find
I fumble with the thoughts I have to try and make some sense
Of the useless drivel I've been letting fly
But I can't form the answers to the questions that I fence
I cannot build the truth out of a lie
But I don't have to try
CHORUS
Well you can try religion you can try another church
But you can't fake what isn't in your heart
What you don't see 'cause you been lookin' elsewhere on your search
Is that love has been the answer from the start
From the very start
