there is no map for where we're goin' 
we'll have to trust the stars 
and all that we know is what we were told 
and now we'll have to start 
to build our own stories with fresh churned earth 
it's too late for fairy tales 
we'll need water and dirt 
so water with hope and bury your hurt 
and soon enough 
there'll be a garden 
this one's a newborn with clear blue eyes 
she's free from history and all of its lies 
so we'll say farewell to the ghosts of the past 
and we'll write a new book at long 
long last 
yes this is a story of what it's all worth 
the pain and the glory 
the death and the birth 
so water with hope and bury your hurt 
and soon enough there'll be a garden 
there is no map for where we're goin' 
we'll have to trust the stars 
and all that we know is what we were told 
and now we'll have to start 
to build our own stories with fresh churned earth 
it's too late for fairy tales 
we'll need water and dirt 
so water with hope and bury your hurt 
and soon enough 
there'll be a garden