I wouldn’t lie if you asked me
I’d be the first to admit
That the hope that I have
Seems a little far-fetched
But I can’t seem to help it
It’s the way that I’m wired
I rest with it when the evening comes
I work with it when I’m hired
And I guess that it bugs me
to have so little to go on
And so many questions
I’ve been searching for answers so long
I will go forth surrounded
by all the travelers who join me on the road
Searching for the narrow gate
What a long strange row I’ve hoed
You can read an explanation of the origin of these lyrics here
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