How The West Was Won

I don’t know how the west was won

How the ocean let all the sailors come

They came over one by one if only just to see

I don’t know how happiness gets hidden in the wilderness

I’m leaving in the morning with my paddle and my lime

I don’t know how to find you when

All I’ve been is a lighted window

Waiting for the dark to make it’s way back into light

And you will hold me in your arms

And you will hold me in your arms

Maybe I’m just a pilgrim who is trying to make sense of

you now

Pray the wind will take me where the space meets up with

time

Where you will hold me in your arms