always discovering

we're not yet going to toe the line
those are the things we most do show
a host of powers both human and divine
we're not yet going to toe the line

we hope to hear the furies whine
when we have reached where they can't go
we're not yet going to toe the line
those are the things we most do show

the journey's neither fast nor slow
each drop of rain has said its piece
the gutters with fresh water flow
the journey's neither fast nor slow

we hope for a more earnest glow
before we reach the point of ease
the journey's neither fast nor slow
each drop of rain has said its piece

we know we're standing at the crease
waiting to hit the next straight ball
the game's like life it won't yet cease
we know we're standing at the crease

the rules we have can't keep the peace
nothing we've had prevents the fall
we know we're standing at the crease
waiting to hit the next straight ball

who knows just where we hear the call
nor how we tell the coarse from fine
myriads of voices fill each hall
who knows just where we hear the call

what matters is that we stand tall
not bending when we near the shrine
who knows just where we hear the call
nor how we tell the coarse from fine