(Steve Curtis)



Sometimes when I lay down at night

I swear I can see to heaven

For it's in dreaming that the things

I always knew

are the only thoughts I have

And when I look up at you, love

Handsome as a magazine

Wild as the sun, like nothing below

could ever pull you down



But it's a hard road that we follow

The saddest cities, and the darkest hollows



People cross this world

Over and then back again

Never even one time lift their eyes

Or think of what they say



But I hear it in your voice, love

Like someone sweetly willing

The hope of all these years,

the prayer of a time

that we don't even know



But it's a hard road that we follow

The saddest cities, and the darkest hollows



But I hear it in your voice, love

The strongest sound

I've ever heard

Like water from a well

so deep in the ground

I'll never thirst again



But it's a hard road that we follow

The saddest cities, and the darkest hollows



And everything that's far away

And was lost from me