INTO THE PAST (cowriter: Tasha Amme)

Looking into your eyes I see forever
Endless days, endless nights, endless dreams and endless frights
Seeing through the lies I find my lover
Broken hearts and broken dreams, healed by love ... or so it seems
And the darkness falls, the sky reveals its history
Oh, the mystery
And we join our hands and pray for fairest weather

And together 

We raise the mast,
We're setting sail,
Into the past,
To find the future

Reaching for the stars I hear my mother
Heart of hope, heart of steel, heart of love ...she is real
She tells me a story of a woman caught in endless circles
Locked in space, the third daughter's place in a race against time
She says, "My child won't you venture out into the cold?"
She says, "My child, never fear growing old"
She says, "My child, what I need of you is to be bold"

And raise the mast
And sail away,
Into the past,
To find the future

One mother, many children, one tiny home
Many cultures and many lands ... with angel plans

Hiding in the wind we find the answer
Out of sight, out of time, we're different branches of the same vine
Swaying together in the summer breeze ... leaning toward the light
Which lets us grow to a great height
And we scream to the sky, "We are strong, can't you see by all of our guns?"
And the sky laughs back, "Oh children can't you see you've just begun"

one small tribe, spinning round one small sun

In a sky so vast
You could sail away,
Into the past
And find the future