Isabel (acoustic)

So now the years are rolling by
And it's not long since you and I
Could have been train drivers and astronauts
But now we're stuck in furnished ruts
And yet the thing that really cuts
Is that we can't remember how we got caught
Muffled sighs and might-have-beens
Filtered air, computer screens
Count your blessings, then breathe and count to ten
And though it doesn't often show
We are scared because we know
That our forefathers were farmers and fishermen

And so the world has changed
Worse or better's hard to tell
But my hope remains
Within the arms of Isabel

So now our callused hands once told
A story honest as it's old
Of sowing seeds and setting sail
But now our hands are soft and weak
And working seven days a week
At these salvation schemes that are bound to fail

And so the world has changed
Worse or better's hard to tell
But my hope remains
Within the arms of Isabel

And I'll admit that I am scared
Of what I don't understand
But darling, if you're there
Gentle voice and soothing hands
To quiet my despair
To shore up all of my plans
Darling, if you're there

And so the world has changed
And I must change as well
And the machines we've raised
Will damn us into hell
And so, the time will come
When all must save themselves
And I will save my soul
Within the arms of Isabel

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