In God you place our mistrust Train lines and paperback books How life can turn on a whim Closed doors can open again All my days There won't be so much at stake A passing thought Can redefine the path I walk We danced to silence that talked We made some sense of it all Back now to some other life Chill winds and chimney-stack light All my days There won't be so much at stake A passing thought Can redefine the path I walk All my days There won't be so much at stake A passing thought Can redefine the path I walk