Did you see the invitation to have Nothing to prove There at the end of striving In the middle of something good When you finally see that you can't pretend The dream of God is the dream of men Well meet me at the river, oh I've fashioned us a raft and oar We're going on an expedition We're looking for lost time Did you get an invitation to have Nothing to show To see the invisible goodness Of deliberate and slow When the dream of God and the dream of man Are mixed in the marrow of a promised land Meet me at the river, oh I've fashioned us a raft and oar
We're going on an expedition We're looking for lost time We're looking for lost time Spread the map out on the raft Scenes appear like photographs While we search the starlings play Reeds on the shoreline nod and sway They don't toil to be that way So meet me at the river, oh I've fashioned us a raft and oar We're going on an expedition We're looking for lost time And it will take days and days And it might be extravagant and wasteful We'll be gone as long as it takes Looking for lost time We're looking for lost time Looking for lost time