Expedition

Did you see the invitation to have

Nothing to prove

There at the end of striving

In the middle of something good

When you finally see that you can’t pretend

The dream of God is the dream of men

Well meet me at the river, oh

I’ve fashioned us a raft and oar

We’re going on an expedition

We’re looking for lost time

Did you get an invitation to have

Nothing to show

To see the invisible goodness

Of deliberate and slow

When the dream of God and the dream of man

Are mixed in the marrow of a promised land

Meet me at the river, oh

I’ve fashioned us a raft and oar

We’re going on an expedition

We’re looking for lost time

We’re looking for lost time

Spread the map out on the raft

Scenes appear like photographs

While we search the starlings play

Reeds on the shoreline nod and sway

They don’t toil to be that way

So meet me at the river, oh

I’ve fashioned us a raft and oar

We’re going on an expedition

We’re looking for lost time

And it will take days and days

And it might be extravagant and wasteful

We’ll be gone as long as it takes

Looking for lost time

We’re looking for lost time

Looking for lost time