Travelers

We are but travelers on a road without end Searching for signs that the spirit may send There are few answers in this life I'm afraid Only more questions from this world that he made South of the city where the olive trees grow In the space between moments my heart sometimes goes I bathe in the silence there down on my knees Then it's gone like a woman who dances to tease There was no way I could hold you my dear I can only get closer with each passing year Sometimes I'm inside you, sometimes we're apart But there's always a place for you here in my heart And if we survive it will all just depend For we are but travelers on a road without end --- Travelers - Tim O'Brien