Making Sense

I open the door
I see my own ghost
I invite him in to talk
He tells me he’s scared
I’ve left him alone
He feels unwelcome in his home

I’ve been learning to love him
He’s been learning to love others
We’re just two little sailors lost at sea
We followed where the light is
Now we’re not sure we’re invited
There’s doormat with the word “soul” lettered in bold

We went searching for the answers to make sense of it all
For our hope and our dreams and our goals
Through our searching all we found was we knew nothing at all
We were hoping we might find a little more

***Instrumental***

Through our searching now we know we know nothing at all
It’s precisely what we’ve been looking for
To stop trying to make sense of it all

To accept things as they are
They’re beautiful