turnstiles

Turnstiles and Crooked Miles

Words and music copyright ©1990 Borealis Music, www.LinneaGood.comUsed with permission under license #344,LicenSing - Copyright Cleared Music for Churches

Turnstiles and Crooked miles mark the road home

And travel seems aimless when all on my own.

For answers are many and questions too fewOn the path that the world wants tohave me believe leads to you.

God of the earth and the skyWind through the elms and the seasHow we have cast you in chains,Set you on altar, adorned you with silverAnd tried to imprison the breeze

Turnstiles and Crooked miles mark the road home

And travel seems aimless when all on my own.

For answers are many and questions too fewOn the path that the world wants tohave me believe leads to you.

God of the day and the night,Nervously pacing the yearsWhy, when you made us of clayWhy could we not have been just a bit

strongerWith just a bit less of your tears

Turnstiles and Crooked miles mark the road home

And travel seems aimless when all on my own.

For answers are many and questions too fewOn the path that the world wants tohave me believe leads to you.

So the earth sits on a wallSilently trying to mendIf the earth had a great fallWould you still be there to pull us togetherAnd make it all better again?

Turnstiles and Crooked miles mark the road home

And travel seems aimless when all on my own.

For answers are many and questions too fewOn the path that the world wants tohave me believe leads to you.

God of the infinite flightTime in the warmth of your wingFly with this spinning green earthSweep through the valleys,

the rice fields, the alleys,Fill us with your song that we sing

Turnstiles and Crooked miles mark the road home

And travel is aimless when all on my own.But answers are many and questions too fewOn the path that the world wants tohave me believe leads to you.