Testo Father On

FARTHER ONIn my early years I hid my tearsAnd passed my days aloneAdrift on an ocean of lonelinessMy dreams like nets were thrownTo catch the love that I'd heard ofIn books and films and songsNow there's a world of illusion and fantasyIn the place where the real world belongsNow I look for the beauty in songsTo fill my head and lead me onThough my dreams have come up torn and emptyAs many times as love has come and goneTo those gentle ones my memory runsTo the laughter we shared at the mealsI filled their kitchens and living roomsWith my schemes and my broken wheelsIt was never clear how far or nearThe gates to my citadel layThey we're cutting from stone some dreams of their ownBut they listened to mine anywayI'm not sure what I'm trying to sayIt could be I've lost my wayThough I keep a watch over the distanceHeaven's no closer than it was yesterdayAnd the angels are olderThey know not to wait up for the sunThey look over my shoulderAt the maps and the drawings of the journey I've begunNow the distance leads me farther onThough the reasons I once had are goneI keep thinking I'll find what I'm looking forIn the sand bneeath the dawnBut the angels are olderThey can see that the sun's setting fastThey look over my shoulderAt the vision of paradiseContained in the light of the pastAnd they lay down behind meTo sleep beside the road 'til the morning has comeWhere they know they will find meWith my maps and my faith in the distanceMoving farther on