One foot strands before the crib
The other by the casket
A question formed upon stilled lips
Is passed on but never asked

I guess I believe that there's a point
To what we do
But I ask myself is there
Something more besides you?

Two are born to cross
Their paths, their lives, their hearts
If by chance one turns away
Are they forever lost?

I guess I believe that there's a point
To what we do
But I ask myself is there
Something more besides you?

-Cowboy Junkies

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