When there is one call to wait for
When there is a last place to live
When all else is an open door
Then I will learn how to give.
But until then, I am afraid
Life will be stronger than me.
And where others choose to be brave
I have no choice but to be free.
That is the path to nowhere
Said every explorer before me.
Yet that is the stupid gift
Of what it is to be free.
Somehow the quest has meaning
Somehow the purpose has girth.
Yet we’re on a small planet
Where life happens just before birth.
So where I go today
Is just three or four steps
From the place I was yesterday.