Arrows in the Dark

Tell me how did we get here, there ain’t no way of knowing
There ain’t a map I’ve found to tell us where the hell it is that we’re going
We were stewards of the springtime, now we’re kicking ‘round the dust
We keep searching for the tune, I think it’s called “how to make a good thing last”

What’s this dream that we’re living
Its not the one I thought it’d be
In the distance receding there’s a pattern repeating
Of Taking aim and shooting arrows in the dark

Sometimes you wake up in the morning, with the birds and sunrise singing
and sometimes you feel like a sunset southwestern slowly sinking
Out of touch with the meaning, out of words for the rhyme
out there waiting for the hook but just keep choking on the line

What’s this dream that we’re living
It’s not the one I thought it’d be
In the distance receding there’s a pattern repeating
Of Taking aim and shooting arrows in the dark

If it ain’t love, that we’re tasting, then were wasting our time
If we can’t feel the life that’s racing through your veins and mine
It used to flow but now these old modes seem out of place
We won’t regret the chances we took but the ones we didn’t take

What’s this dream that we’re living
It’s not the one I thought it’d be
In the distance receding there’s a pattern repeating
Of Taking aim and shooting arrows in the dark