Can you live with the mystery?
Can you explain all that's inside of me?
Is it foolish to base your living belief
Only on what we can measure to be?

I have been to the ending of my understanding,
Where myst'ry begins
If I limit my living to what I can master,
I close myself in
I'm turning my back on the Source of the Wind

Tell me now--where your heart is resting
Tell me now--where do you belong?
Do you know who really loves you?
Are you tired of standing on your own?

Well I know of a place where you're accepted
Where the parents tell their children what is true
Follow me to a home beside the river
In the rocky, arid desert, He's waiting for you

Tell me now--do you know who God is?
Do you think He's an old man, full of hate?
Or is He political--a narrow-minded bigot
Who gets His jollies out of making people wait?