Travelers

We are but travelers on a road without end

Searching for signs that the spirit may send

There are few answers in this life I'm afraid

Only more questions from this world that he made

South of the city where the olive trees grow

In the space between moments my heart sometimes goes

I bathe in the silence there down on my knees

Then it's gone like a woman who dances to tease

There was no way I could hold you my dear

I can only get closer with each passing year

Sometimes I'm inside you, sometimes we're apart

But there's always a place for you here in my heart

And if we survive it will all just depend

For we are but travelers on a road without end