The Sky Brightens

The Sky Brightens over the ledge in the morn
The fair lady's young, and she's not so careworn
Her grin is so clear, and her skin feels like dew
There's a sun up above, and the rays need no gloves
They can cut with the edge of their smile

Our journey begins, and we tighten our grasps
On packs that we hoist on our back with a clasp
We pick up our things, and we go with a sigh
Well, at least there's a sky, and its blue reach runs high
And the road has no fork in it yet

Looking out windows
Train tracks are fine
Backwards and forwards run mine

Gaining advantage on those who run far
Head on our shoulders and covered like jars

Minding our business
Nose in our own
Looking for answers to questions on loan

Opening books that we close with a thud
Sometimes these things seem as clear as mud

We don't belong here, but I don't know where
If we can't go where the lights brightly flair
We're blinded and dizzy where beacons are glared
We can tear our eyes out and can wander about
With the shutters drawn on all our minds

Each verse is a form to contain our desire
We waste away looking for something unknown
Pining and whining never helped anyone
The other side's better
The greener the grass
The past is forgotten
It's 'hind us at last

The other side's better
The greener the grass
The past is forgotten
It's 'hind us at last
And we can't find our way in the dark
And we can't find our way in the dark
And we can't find our way
Oh we can't find our way
Oh we can't find our way in the dark

And we can't find our way in the dark
And we can't find our way in the dark
And we can't find our way
Oh we can't find our way
Oh we can't find our way in the dark