The strap that holds the cart in reinHas been let loose by wearing thinBy wearing thin, by biting throughThe shift in power leans to youAnd the cart is on a wheelI've wept with joy for the things I've doneAnd I've wept as hard for what I left undoneFor what I left undone, for what I couldn't deem mineFor what I thought was yours and so I drew the lineAnd the cart is on a wheelAnd the wheel is on a hillI heard someone fall, I saw another one flailI saw an arm dig deep where there was no railWell there is no rail and there's no becauseThough the body be strong, the spirit is lowAnd the cart is on a wheelAnd the wheel is on a hillAnd the hill is shifting sandAnd inside these laws we standIf we are lives and souls to keepIf we are love, I hope we do not sleepI hope we do not sleep, I hope we stay our groundHold fast to the mother as she turns us 'round'Cause the cart is on a wheelAnd the wheel is on a hillAnd the hill is shifting sandAnd inside these laws we standHold fast to the mother, hold fast
