Verse 1 Standing on a mountain, looking far away, Another peak is rising through the haze. I’d guess it’s ten miles—maybe twenty more, A distant wall along the edge of the world. Then I trace it on a map and find It’s farther than I ever had in mind. Chorus Things are not always what they seem From where we stand, or what we’ve seen. The eye can guess, the heart can be sure, But time can show us there’s more to know. Before we decide what the truth must be, Let’s take a breath and look again. Verse 2 A blue drum’s standing right before my eyes, A yardstick in my hand, and still I realize: The way it’s set, the way the shadows fall, Can make one thing look bigger than it is at all. Move them together, line them up, And suddenly the guess is not enough. Chorus Things are not always what they seem From where we stand, or what we’ve seen. The eye can guess, the heart can be sure, But time can show us there’s more to know. Before we decide what the truth must be, Let’s take a breath and look again. Bridge Maybe that’s true of the road we’re on, The people we judge, the years now gone. A little distance, a different view, Can change the story we thought we knew. Some things take numbers; some take time— Some truths come clear when we listen awhile. Final Chorus Things are not always what they seem From where we stand, or what we’ve seen. The eye can guess, the heart can be sure, But there’s always a little more to know. Before we decide what the truth must be, Let’s take a breath— And look again.
