Isabel

So now the years are rolling by
And it's not long since you and I
Could have been train drivers and astronauts
And now we're stuck in furnished ruts
Yet the thing that really cuts is
That we can't remember how we got caught

Filtered air, computer screens, muffled sighs and might-have-beens
Count your blessings, then breathe, and count to ten
And though it doesn't often show, we are scared because we know
That our forefathers were famers and fishermen

And so the world has changed, worse or better's hard to tell
But my hope remains within the arms of Isabel

So now our calloused hands once told a story honest as it's old
Of sowing seeds and setting sail
But now our hands are soft and weak and working seven days a week
These salvation schemes that are bound to fail

And so the world has changed,worse or better's hard to tell
But my hope remains within the arms of Isabel

And I'll admit that I am scared of what I don't understand
Darling, if you're there, gentle voice and soothing hands
To quiet my despair, to shore up all my plans
Darling, if you're there

And so the world has changed, and I must change as well
And the machines we've made will damn us into hell
And so the time will come when all must save themselves
And I'll save my soul within the arms of Isabel