Head on his sleeves
Heart in his hands
Trying to make it
And meet their demands
Looking at the map
And driving along
Trying to read it
And still sing his song
What’s around the corner
And will we both be there?
Will there be enough money
Or will pockets be bare?
The car might not make it
The directions seem wrong
No one around to ask
And the journey’s so long
Sharp turns and wrong ways
Empty promises and backward days
Him there, me here
Helplessness boxed with fear
Say, when will it get brighter
And when will the burden get lighter
And when will we make it
And Lord, can we take it,
Whatever it takes to get where we’re going?
And how can we keep this up without knowing
What’s on the other side?
How long is this ride?
His hope’s growing dim
And it’s so hard to see.
I’m sinking slowly.
Heaven help me.