[Mandolin intro] [Verse 1] Took out a map but the paper tore, I walked for miles and couldn't find the shore. I paid my gold for a broken day. My hope dyed grey, on my aimless way [Verse 2] An old man sat by his loom and spun, He said, "Boy, the threads hold a lesson for some." You can't weave the weather, God sews the sun, You lay the strand true, and know when you're done. [Chorus] What weighs you down, could set another free The less you hold, the lighter you’ll be. spend the heavy gold, feed a hungry soul, And you’ll find a freedom you’re searching for. [dobro solo] [Verse 3] The few things I own, this coat on my back, And a want for giving, living is all I have. Then along the way, my ravels ran undone, but the weaver mended his wandering son. [Bridge, lift into the last chorus] You can't hold on to the gold you spent, Let the seasons spin and let the threads be bent. A frayed hope falls loose, worn seams will part, rest in the knowing, they led you where you are [Chorus] What weighs you down, could set another free The less you hold, the lighter you’ll be. spend the heavy gold, feed a hungry soul, And you’ll find a freedom you’re searching for. [Mandolin ending]
