our crippled steed we usher
with our empty inside hands
we lead him through the forest
of all the questions in our heads
is faith a sway-backed gelding
overdue to be put down?
he carried us so far
now we walk him home

but the walking slowed us down
in slowing down we found the keys
that we could not see while we were
mounted high above
and galloping over
these knee-high fields of honesty

sometimes the best choice is choosing
sometimes the best move is just moving
i'd like to see the best-laid plans
but all the endings that i've known
were those of books and songs

sometimes the best choice is choosing
sometimes the best move is just moving
i'll keep reading right along
turning these pages on and on
and every moment that i'm gone
i'll know the future
i gotta keep moving on
i gotta keep singing walking songs
and every moment that i'm gone
i'm one step closer to home

Faith is a woman i trust
faith is a way of life
to which i will not soon adjust
faith is a horse
who needs a bullet in his head
so he can learn to use his heart
instead