Well, hope is an anchor and love is a ship
Time is the ocean and life is a trip
You don't know where you're going
'Til you know where you're at and if you can't read the stars
Well you better have a map, a compass and a conscience
So you don't get lost at sea or on some ol' lonely island
Where no one wants to be

From the beginning of creation, I think our maker had a plan
For us to leave these shores and sail beyond the sand
And let the good light guide us through the waves and the wind
To the beaches in a world where we have never been
And we'll climb up on the mountain, y'all we'll let our voices ring
When those who've never tried it, they'll be the first to sing

Whoa, my, my
I'll see you on the other side
If I make it
And it might be a long hard ride
But I'm gonna take it
Sometimes it seems that I don't have a prayer
I let the weather take me anywhere
But I know that I wanna go
Where the streets are gold
'Cause you'll be there
Oh, my, my

Well, you don't bring nothing with you here
And you can't take nothing back
I ain't never seen a hearse with a luggage rack
So I've torn my knees up prayin'
Scarred my back from fallin' down
I spent so much time flying high, 'til I'm face first in the ground
So if you're up there watchin' me, would you talk to God and say
Tell Him I might need a hand to see you both someday

Whoa, my, my
So I'll see you on the other side
If I make it
And it might be a long hard ride
But I wanna take it
Sometimes it seems that I don't have a prayer
I let the weather take me anywhere
But I know that I wanna go
Where the streets are gold
'Cause you'll be there (you'll be there)
Whoa, my, my
'Cause you'll be there (you'll be there)
Whoa, my ,my

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Writer(s): Cory Mayo