Time

[Intro] [Violin] [Cello] {G A D Bm F#m} Slowly, we cross that salt-flat plain Eyes on the horizon Every step comes with its own small ache And no one says where it’s from Looking up at the open sky I lift my arms like I could catch it I shut my eyes Feel the grit of tears on my face A hard light hits the back of my head Like noon pressing through glass And now when I look behind me I’m standing inside the knowing I see the mystery of life I see the reason for the strife For pain and death and happiness For love and peace and contentedness [Bridge] Every day leaves something on my hands, a little dirt, a little proof The radio in the truck keeps talking while we both sit through the truth No big reveal, just your hand in mine, and the road going where it goes And I keep moving with my own two feet, one step at a time, slow Now the coffee goes cold And I pick up the phone Knowing what must be I call to say I'm home. This is the mystery of life; To work, to laugh, to forgive, to stay; So that when the day Finally arrives, we can face it with our names.|end_edit|