In certain ways
I hope my hope's holding on
On certain days
I so desire to go on

Leave the shelter of what I have known so well
And drown in you and live to tell
That all things worthy turn like dirt in a shell
Pearls in oysters may take years to swell around the sand

If sometimes life's upon a shelf on hold
Let's keep boldly ploughing on
If sometimes truth
Is hard to see
Will you open my eyes for me

Leave the shelter of what we thought we knew so well
And explore and live to tell
That all things worthy turn like dirt in a shell
Pearls in oysters may take years to swell around the sand

Will you open your eyes for me

Leave the shelter of what we thought we knew so well
And explore and live to tell
That all things worthy turn like dirt in a shell
Pearls in oysters may take years to swell around the sand