All the broken plans

That you are holding in your hands

You are so much older now

You are so much older now



Are you building a house to hold

a nowhere man

Are you building a house

With these broken plans



In your slow moving way

There's no trace of belief

But in your own broken way

You're holy in your grief



You had so much more to say

You had so much more to say

But maybe another a day

Is all now you have to say



Are you building a house to hold

A nowhere man

Are you building a house

With these broken plans



In your slow moving way

There's no trace of belief

But in your own broken way

You're holy in your grief