Thought I knew better, than anyone I'd known
Thought I'd seen more, than anyone I'd seen
Thought I lived enough to have it all said
But thoughts worth writing weren't nowhere yet
Oh what a beautiful longing, oh what a beautiful tongue
But what rang true inside left me empty and trite
Oh what a beautiful yearning, oh what a burning desire
But hard as I tried once outside the fire died down
Oh all of that knowledge, the words of others that I've learnt by heart
But I had to burn my books and forget them to start
To give life to grace
I have to learn about the days
It is only up to me to find out what can be found
What can be found bout the beauty and the sound there is
On an on, what a long winding road I'll have to go down
To see my eyes finally raised
To see my eyes finally gaze
For my eyes to see through the haze
To see but a trace of something like grace
I have to learn about the days
So that one day when I dwell with the weight of long-lost youth
And finally unburdened may find the hurt to be soothed
That I may be certain that I left enough behind
And that for my mind there was nothing more to find
And when my future is nothing but my past
And my eyes are finally downcast
And when at death's final behest
I lay my weary head down to rest
That moment may I be blessed
With the knowledge that I did my best