Perhaps I am bound to be restless

Always yearning, never satisfied

Perhaps I'm aching for nothing

That words can't ever define.

Was I happy in those moments

Or have I made it seem that way?

Was I back there tomorrow

Could feel as lacking as today?

But you in your golden hour

And you and your sweetest song

And you with your tender offerings

How could I ever do you wrong?

There's an unrest that keeps me marching

There's foolish hope that can be found

Something so true and lasting

Could it land me on the ground?

Still I like my world boundless

It never ceases to entice

It's the hunger in my bones

It's the new day in my eyes.

And you in your darkened hour

And me and my broken soul

Here you come with the tender offerings

How could I ever do you wrong?

And me in my doubting hour

And you and your soothing song

And you in your calming mercy

And you when you can't be strong

Here you come with your tender offerings

How could I ever do you wrong?

How could I ever do you wrong?

How could I ever do you wrong?