They walked the long mile Because they couldn't let it go They came to capture a living Fishing Just an ounce of hope Speaking What no one wrote So I wrote down what they did That's all that I did In most things I am late Can you blame me for being too early to be right Just not on time Trying too hard to survive the night I wasn't trying to hurt anyone I just held on too tight Now its all gone A long stretch of road became the only one The longest mile to the shortest road Together we built many things I never thought to imagine I could too Like broken glass No one ever asks What's it for? We dont put together the past Not by the historian We look to the poet To describe what isnt there anymore But who can measure the loss of hope? Who can turn on a dime and explain the hands of time Who can draw upon the living to remember the dead Some questions were not meant to be asked Some tasks can't be done Whats dead is living in the sun Burnt to ashes Life has carried on Stuck in the shoes of giants We carry on I thought I believed in miracles But these are not my shoes I want more but Ill never measure up to giants
