Another page torn from my book of days
Crumpled up and thrown away
But, give the world another spin
Cause I still believe there's a chance to win
Yes, unlikely, but what else can you do?
Drift to sleep in the dreaming fields
Or try to follow through?
Yes, it's late, and I have no plan
Sailing off the map hoping I'll find land
Sunset's making it hard to see
Where the future ought to be
But I can't let that stop me
Another page out of my book of plans
Sketched in, crossed out and then changed again
It rarely goes the way you'd think
And the only map's drawn in invisible ink
But when the moonlight hits the page just right
It all just seems so obvious
Spelled out in black and white
Yes, it's late, and I have no plan
Sailing off the map hoping I'll find land
Sunset's making it hard to see
Where the future ought to be
But I can't let that stop me
No point in waiting here for the train
But the tracks head that way into the rain
Take a walk on down that line
And you might just get there in half of the time.
No way to tell how far you have to go
But if you don't leave, how can I say
When you get there you will know?
Another verse of another song
Written, memorized, sung and passed along
Well, little else I know so well to do
But I can do this, and it sees me through
I am grateful for each blessing I've received
Now, to find some way to pass some on
Before it's time to leave
Yes, it's late, and I have no plan
Sailing off the map hoping I'll find land
Sunset's making it hard to see
Where the future ought to be
Yes, it's late, and I have no plan
Sailing off the map hoping I'll find land
Sunset's making it hard to see
Where the future ought to be
But I can't let that stop me