Between here and there
Between now and then
There's a wide plain
And a deep canyon
There are oceans vast
There are mountains high
There are forests thick with ancient pines
And it's a lot to see through
It's a lot to look past
It's a lot to take in
It's a lot to ask
And it's almost, maybe too much to hold
I know
Between right and wrong
Between weak and strong
There are infinite ways
To shade in gray
There is 'chin-up proud' and
There are caving shoulders
There are stones you throw
And then there are boulders
And it's a lot to carry
It's a lot to move
The wisdom you gain
And the plenty you'll lose
And it's almost, maybe, too much to hold
I know
I know
Does it make it any better
Does it make it any worse
Finding brand new words
For these age-old hurts
Any certainty we muster
Is only for show and
The story's the same wherever you go
Between won't and will
Between storm and still
There is howling fear
And quiet brilliance
There is darkest night
And morning bright
From gold and blue
Intertwined
And it's almost blinding
And it's hard to hear
And the questions keep coming
And the answer's right there
And it's almost, maybe, too much to hold
I know
I know
Does it make it any better
Does it make it any worse
Finding brand new words
For these age-old hurts
Any certainty we muster
Is only for show and
The story's the same wherever you go
And it's a lot to see through
It's a lot to look past
It's a lot to take in
It's a lot to ask
it's almost, maybe too much to hold
And I know that you're tired and want to let go
And the best I can offer is
You don't have to do this
Alone