What's beautiful, that's all they wanna know
And memorable when nature lets it go
I broke the shelf that held my only prize
Why do they teach us lies?
I'm wandering with mystery at my side
And love is another word to call my life
Yet the immensity is never far behind
Where do we go to cry?
They share your stories in the shelter
Of the visions and laughs you had with Jesus
They ride all day in a Sinclair Santa Fe
Singing I know, I know...
And I know you know that aching in my soul
And the dance between the teachings that we're told
I know you know that well to tap for strength
Why do we then divide?
They share your stories in the shelter
Of the visions and laughs you had with Jesus
They ride all day in a Sinclair Santa Fe
Singing I know, I know...
And I know I won't agree to fall upon my knees
Or worship something I can't find within me
So where do I take the visions from my dreams?
Where do I take my heart when it is aching?
Where do we go to sing?