The Collection - The Listener lyrics

All of my life, I've been asking the same things And I still don't think I'm closer to an answer I'd build an ark at the first sighting of rain But the sky just stays the same, and I feel landlocked by our conversation I can't tell the difference between stars and lights that I'm to follow They all glow So set my sails toward westward gales And pray that love don't just blow one direction 500 times I've asked you if you're still there And I never hear replies, yet somehow I'm still doing fine If I find land, will I know if it was planned, or if it's all just happenstance? And will it matter as long as there is ground around for my feet? If I head south, will that be heresy? No, I don't think so So cast my fears away from piers And pray that love don't just blow one direction Listen to the river, now Listen to the river When I woke up, you were standing on the opposite bank And I saw that you never needed to be saved And I know, I know, I know That I've seen the light go out in so many friend's eyes But the wind can't take the spark that settled inside And I know, I know, I know we'll be alright