How do you know what you know because you've seen it with your eyes? How do you know where to go, how to identify your guides? How do you see what was next In your palm or a show of cards? How do you learn to detect The outlines of a scar? Now the sky holds the night, As the trees hold the shade. And the road holds the map Of every journey I've made. And the clouds hold the sigh Of the wind and the rain In my deep, deep down heart... My deep, deep down heart. Now these wheels go so fast There is nothing here to hold; I keep pushing back the past So that the future can unfold. I guess the best of my mistakes Show me all that I don't know. But this strange kind of ache Never seems to let me go. And the sky holds the night, And the trees hold the shade, And the stars hold the light That's travelled all this way. But who holds my hand So I am not afraid In my deep, deep down heart My deep, deep down heart? I thought I heard my name Walking late tonight From the porch after the rain In this rowing down the light. There was no one standing there Beyond the lantern's cast, But just voices in the air But just questions that ask, How the sky holds the night? How the trees hold the shade? How your sleep holds your dreams Till they shake you awake? And how love holds you up And then to chooses to break Your deep, deep down heart... Your deep, deep down heart?