The Cart

The strap that holds the cart in rein
 Has been let loose by wearing thin
 By wearing thin, by biting through
 The shift in power leans to you
 And the cart is on a wheel
 I've wept with joy for the things I've done
 And I've wept as hard for what I left undone
 For what I left undone, for what I couldn't deem mine
 For what I thought was yours and so I drew the line
 And the cart is on a wheel
 And the wheel is on a hill
 I heard someone fall, I saw another one flail
 I saw an arm dig deep where there was no rail
 Well there is no rail and there's no because
 Though the body be strong, the spirit is low
 And the cart is on a wheel
 And the wheel is on a hill
 And the hill is shifting sand
 And inside these laws we stand
 If we are lives and souls to keep
 If we are love, I hope we do not sleep
 I hope we do not sleep, I hope we stay our ground
 Hold fast to the mother as she turns us 'round
 'Cause the cart is on a wheel
 And the wheel is on a hill
 And the hill is shifting sand
 And inside these laws we stand
 Hold fast to the mother, hold fast