Lyrics

So now the years are rolling by It's not long since you and I Could have been train drivers and astronauts And now we're stuck in furnished ruts And yet the thing that really cuts Is that we can't remember how we got caught Filtered air, computer screens Muffled sighs and might-have-beens Count your blessings, then breathe and count to ten And though it doesn't often show We are scared because we know That our forefathers were farmers and fishermen And so the world has changed Worse or better's hard to tell But my hope remains Within the arms of Isabel So now our callused hands once told A story honest as it's old Of sowing seeds and setting sail And now our hands are soft and weak And working seven days a week At these salvation schemes that are bound to fail And so the world has changed Worse or better's hard to tell But my hope remains Within the arms of Isabel And I'll admit that I am scared Of what I don't understand Darling, if you're there Gentle voice and soothing hands To quiet my despair To shore up all my plans Darling, if you're there So the world has changed And I must change as well And the machines we've made Will damn us into hell And so, the time will come When all must save themselves And I will save my soul Within the arms of Isabel