Looking back is not the same as looking forward you cant see what it is youre heading toward all thats visible is whats left behind the dreams distilled and the dreams discarded what made you leap or left you empty hearted in the moment and in the fullness of time Now you see what it is that you would have changed if only youd known where youd be and to be here is very strange waking up alone in the middle ages All along you paid close attention to the answers when a voice asked the question howd you get here, where do you belong 17 makes us brave and so full of nerve 35 makes us pause but were undeterred never say die and so we push on And some come to a place of reckoning try to fix what they find I arrived with the questions still beckoning in the back of my mind to the middle ages Now you b**h about your job whats wrong with folks today the price of gas and milk and the guy who begs for change hes camped out at the light you hide behind your shades and will the green to flash to speed your getaway youre racing to keep up or just to be on time thats what you tell yourself when the emptiness inside threatens to break out clouding up your eyes you just have to pull over We used to dread lives rendered ordinary we always said wed own a grander story but the only kind worth telling somehow is the one about a jolt that makes you listen that jagged lightning bolt of recognition that love and kindness are all that matter now And way back in the back of your mind you heard something getting through like some beautiful pa**age without words welcoming you to the middle ages