All the broken plans
That you are holding in your hands
You are so much older now
You are so much older now
Are you building a house to hold
A nowhere man
Are you building a house
With these broken plans
In your slow moving way
There’s no trace of belief
But in your own broken way
You’re holy in your grief
You had so much more to say
You had so much more to say
But maybe another a day
Is all now you have to say
Are you building a house to hold
A nowhere man
Are you building a house
With these broken plans
In your slow moving way
There’s no trace of belief
But in your own broken way
You’re holy in your grief