Somewhere north of Hope

You have been camped out

With your discontent

Guarding your coins of tenderness

Watching the wild geese

Cutting through the Autumn breeze

Seems there's no question for them

Of where to go, Or how to be free

Who will you fly South with

when the winter comes

How will you trust your direction or your

need to leave, to love, to leave, to love?

'Cause it's a long flight to where it's warm

'Cross the canvas of sky -

Through the bottoms of this song

Why aren't we born like the wild geese

Knowing our way home?

I feel it in your eyes

In the September wind

While the cold front,

threatens to move in

Under the silver skies

Over the golden leaves

We look behind us

but there is no one else to lead

We spend our days confused

Oh, trying not to lose

Through the layers of abstraction

That, thin line of blue

Trying to be strong

Still, but wishing to move on

Meanwhile inside us,

the wild geese are taking form