To a place I really gotta go,
a place you can see he can’t reach;
he won’t get too far, no, won’t get far from the words ‘paradise go’
yet he can spend half-crazy dreams unseen
until just when you want to tell the river of yes, no.
you know she’s only drowning in unreasoning, so you keep it to yourself
(didn’t bargain for this, did we?)
you want to trust the sunlight is not burning garbage,
But she’s bound to leave, cuz he’s what that’s leaning in for worship is for.
it’s different from leaning out for worship is different from being in love.
having mercy in this struggle.
yeah, we know i really gotta go, i really do, but it won’t be for a while, yet,
cuz there’s one more star to burn as far as it will go.
there’s still hope for me, you see
nothing.
Anyone who ever loved knows this
dream.
So take me in your arms and love me,
for i was born in this river of truth.

