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Norah Jones

Steer Your Way

 

Steer Your Way


Steer your way past the ruins of the Altar and the Mall
Steer your way through the fables of Creation and The Fall
Steer your way past the Palaces that rise above the rot
Year by year, month by month, day by day, thought by thought

Steer your heart past the Truth you believed in yesterday
Such as Fundamental Goodness and the Wisdom of the Way
Steer your heart, precious heart, past the women who you bought
Year by year, month by month, day by day, thought by thought

Steer your way through the pain that is far more real than you
That smashed the Cosmic Model, that blinded every view
And please don't make me go there, though there be a God or not
Year by year, month by month, and day by day, thought by thought

They whisper still, the ancient stones, the blunted mountains weep
As he died to make men holy, let us die to make things cheap
And say the Mea Culpa, which you probably forgot
Year by year, month by month, day by day, thought by thought

Steer your way, O my heart, though I have no right to ask
To the one who was never, never equal to the task
Who knows he's been convicted, who knows he will be shot
Year by year, month by month, day by day, thought by thought

They whisper still, the ancient stones, the blunted mountains weep
As he died to make men holy, let us die to make things cheap
And say the Mea Culpa, which you gradually forgot
Year by year, month by month, day by day, thought by thought

Month by month, day by day, thought by thought
Month by month, day by day, thought by thought

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