Now Voyager

NOW, VOYAGER


springtime, and the warm winds
are banging at his door
but he's hiding his face
from the face of life restored

getting on, getting over
moving forward on the line
so many dreams and so many faces
but these things get left behind

he's losing all he sees
all that rushes by
while he's waving his hopes
to the wild, wide open sky

but things get old
and things get brittle
and they shatter when they fall
there's broken bits of glass
lying all around him
from a time that he can't recall

well, the easiest way
is to leave all the pieces where they lie
cuz no one really wants to know them
or to know the reasons why
but the call of the road and the rising sun
might leave you deaf and blind
so you're free to go and you're free to wander
but things get left behind

setting the sail
haul anchor from the shore you've lost
streamlined and pure
as through the waves you're tossed
it's like you're always at the start
or at the ending
or all the places in between
still, there's a little bit of the earth where you're standing
unlike any other place you've been

so, the easiest way
is to leave all the pieces where they lie
cuz no one really wants to know them
or to know all the reasons why
but the call of the road and the rising sun
might leave you deaf and blind
so you're free to go and you're free to wander
but things get left behind
things get left behind