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
