So it’s been ages, miles and pages
All of those things that tell a story
Of catastrophe and glory
All of the hard stuff, it toughened us up
Ever the artists, punks and rebels
We wore defeats like they were medals
Back when we thought that
Time and love and hope were equal
Before the storms of life made us different people
I used to find myself walking through cathedrals
And for the price of pocket change
I’d light a candle in your name
I’m no believer in saints or seers
When every answer begged more questions
Was that a blessing or a lesson
And all of the hard stuff, turned into hard love
Chasing your ghost down dead end streets
I was forever incomplete
In the time it takes a phone to ring in my back pocket
It’s like a thousand years ignited like a rocket
I would have given anything to stop it
As a stranger’s voice droned on
Explaining you were gone
You were star dust, now you’re cosmic
It’s been ages, miles and pages
All of those things that make a story
Our catastrophes and glory
All of the journeys and their traveling mercies
Taught me how to stop and listen
And I found a new religion
My church is under canopies of oak trees
And the songs I hear make me feel they know me
There’s never been a place I’ve found
That feels more holy
Numinous and complete
No more ghosts and dead end streets
Where air and spirit meet
And rebel hearts still beat
They’re still beating
Other lyrics by Mary Chapin Carpenter:
Bitter Ender
Hope is a drug when it comes to love And I hoped it would never run dry Writing covered the wall There was no time to stall But still I kept wanting to try Truth is …
Coda
I remember late one night How the stars ancient light Seemed to reach right down from the sky Wonder finds us where it will Stay open and be still And trust what’s …
Girl And Her Dog
Everyone asks when you’re growing up Who do you want to be I never had an answer, couldn’t figure out Why I couldn’t see Myself as some future other No …
Hello My Name Is
If you look real hard Squint with all your might Even better close your eyes And it all comes into sight Learning to trust the wait For blessings in disguise It’s …
Home Is A Song
Love is a language, time is a thief Hope is a lantern, breath is relief Memory is water pooled in your palm Home is a song Twilight’s a whisper, night is a chord …