If I Knew the Way to Get There, I'd Ask You for a Ride
Words and Music by Christopher White 

Somewhere in the distance, Heaven waits for me,
Somewhere way above the clouds and deep below the sea,
Beyond the blue horizon, over on the other side,
If I knew the way to get there, I'd ask you for a ride.

Somewhere stars are napping in the blanket of a cloud,
And the dead continue living, for there it is allowed,
But there is no more pushing; you just sit there and you glide,
If I knew the way to get there, I'd ask you for a ride.

It's easy to imagine,
But difficult to reach.
It's easy to look out,
But very hard to leave the beach.
And if I ever left,
I might not make it in one piece.
Having argonauts to guide you,
Doesn't guarantee the fleece.

Somewhere in the pastures of my mind there is a plain,
Where my soul is very happy to be dancing in the rain,
And when the flood begins, I am swept out with the tide,
If I knew the way to get there, I'd ask you for a ride.
If I knew the way to get there, I'd ask you for a ride.

© Christopher White 2005


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