Yesterday's wars, stack up like old papers on the floor
Pounding like old knocks upon my door
Breaking like the ocean, washing through my hands
Changing this old mountain into sand
You know me, by the stories I have made
You know me, looking out through boxes and cages
And it's hard to clearly see what's right
In ordinary light
Does the truth filter down through the ages?
We cannot see the end, so here we must begin
Tell me what will we write on these pages?
Life's open road
Showing only what it wants to show
Calling when it's time for us to go
Driven by emotion, pushing from the past
Running till our spirit's free at last
You know me, by the stories I have made
You know me
Looking out through boxes and cages
And it's hard to clearly see what's right
In ordinary light
Does the truth filter down through the ages?
We cannot see the end
So here we must begin
Tell me what will we write on these pages
Down through history we waited together

We race across borders into empty space
We write a chapter, a fable, a line, a trace
Another heart may follow
You know me by the stories I have made
You know me looking out through boxes and cages
And it's hard to clearly see what's right
In ordinary life
The light is on
Does the truth filter down through the ages?
We cannot see the end
So here we must begin
Tell me what will we write on these pages?
We cannot see the end
So here we must begin
Tell me what will we write on these pages?
Tell me what will we write on these pages?