Sometimes, You Just Don't Know What to Ask For...

...so, you don't ask for very much at all. Or maybe, you're asking for everything.

The thin horizon of a plan is almost clear,
My friends and I have had a tough time,
Bruising our brains hard up against change,
All the old dogs and the magician,
Now I see we're in the boat in two by twos,
Only the heart that we have for a tool we could use,
And the very close quarters are hard to get used to,
Love weighs the hull down with its weight.

But the wood is tired, and the wood is old,
And we'll make it fine if the weather holds.
But if the weather holds, will I miss the point?
That's where I need to go.

No way construction of this tricky plan,
Was built by other than a greater hand,
And with the love that passes, will I understand it,
Watching closely over the journey?
Yeah, but what it takes to cross the great divide,
Seems more than all the courage I can muster up inside,
But will we get to have some answers when we reach the other side?
The prize is always worth the rocky ride.

But the wood is tired, and the wood is old,
And we'll make it fine if the weather holds.
But if the weather holds, will I miss the point?
That's where I need to go.

Sometimes I ask to sneek a closer look,
Skip to the final chapter of the book,
And maybe steer us clear of some of the pain it took,
To get us where we are this far,
But the question drowns in its futility,
And even I have got to laugh at me,
No one gets to miss the start of what will be,
Just holding on for the ride.

But the wood is tired, and the wood is old,
And we'll make it fine if the weather holds.
But if the weather holds, will I miss the point?
That's where I need to go.

It's funny how a whole decade later, the meaning still applies.