No guiding hand that turns the wheel
No pale light that breaks beyond the vale
No captain stands at the helm of our hearts
No map is writ in the ink of the stars
Therein the rub of it
That we are
We are, we are adrift
Adrift
There is no plan we could know
For all the ways that life just comes and goes
And all the twists and turns to each
His winding road
Or how the blood, and the light, and the love
Just ebbs and flows
Therein the rub of it
That we are
We are, we are adrift
Adrift
And if its true what they say
And God is a
Painter
Then he's abandoned his brush
Left his unfinished canvas
To us
And if its true what they say
And all the world is a stage
Then we're playing
To an empty house
The saints in their graves
And the angels have all shuffled out
Therein the rub of it
That we are
We are, we are adrift
Adrift
Therein the rub of it
That we are
We are, we are adrift
Adrift
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No guiding hand that turns the wheel
No pale light that breaks beyond the vale
No captain stands at the helm of our hearts
No map is writ in the ink of the stars
Therein the rub of it
That we are
We are, we are adrift
Adrift
There is no plan we could know
For all the ways that life just comes and goes
And all the twists and turns to each
His winding road
Or how the blood, and the light, and the love
Just ebbs and flows
Therein the rub of it
That we are
We are, we are adrift
Adrift
And if its true what they say
And God is a
Painter
Then he's abandoned his brush
Left his unfinished canvas
To us
And if its true what they say
And all the world is a stage
Then we're playing
To an empty house
The saints in their graves
And the angels have all shuffled out
Therein the rub of it
That we are
We are, we are adrift
Adrift
Therein the rub of it
That we are
We are, we are adrift
Adrift
No pale light that breaks beyond the vale
No captain stands at the helm of our hearts
No map is writ in the ink of the stars
Therein the rub of it
That we are
We are, we are adrift
Adrift
There is no plan we could know
For all the ways that life just comes and goes
And all the twists and turns to each
His winding road
Or how the blood, and the light, and the love
Just ebbs and flows
Therein the rub of it
That we are
We are, we are adrift
Adrift
And if its true what they say
And God is a
Painter
Then he's abandoned his brush
Left his unfinished canvas
To us
And if its true what they say
And all the world is a stage
Then we're playing
To an empty house
The saints in their graves
And the angels have all shuffled out
Therein the rub of it
That we are
We are, we are adrift
Adrift
Therein the rub of it
That we are
We are, we are adrift
Adrift
Writer: Thomas North
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