Thomas North - Helm

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

Written by:
Thomas North

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