Journeys by Bill Sutton Lyrics

There's many and many a mile to the sea
And many a mile to the shore
And all there is to be sure about is
We've all been here before
For life is so strange that our words rearrange
And it changes the paths that we tread
But too many times we wake up to find
That we'll be more alive when we're dead!

There's steps and there's stеps to the foot of the stair
And steps and thеre's steps to the sky
And every man that we pass on the road
Is the man who could help us to fly
But we spend all our lives with our own private knives
Carving lies from the face of the air
When our pockets are full and our edges are dull
Then we tell ourselves nobody cares

There's dreams and there's dreams in the heart of the night
And dreams in the heart of the day
And the lesson we're teaching our children is only
To look at the price they must pay
Far too many are lost contemplating the cost
In the cause of a permanent now
So afraid to be wrong that they never move on
'Til the dawn takes them back to the plow
There's many and many a mile to the shore
And many a mile to the sea
And the passage will take every second we have
For the Gods grant us nothing for free
But the lives that we live are the gifts that we give
To the next generation along
And the dreams that they've caught are the futures we've bought
So as not to be dead when we're gone!