Yesterday's wars stack up like old papers on the floor   Pounding like old knocks upon my door   Breaking like the ocean, washing through my hands   Changing this old mountain into sand.      You know me by the stories I have made   You know me by looking out through boxes and cages   And it's hard to clearly see what's right in ordinary light   Does the truth filter down through the ages   We cannot see the end so here we must begin   Tell me, what will we write on these pages?      Life's open road, showing only what it wants to show   Callin' when it's time for us to go   Driven by emotion, pushing from the past   Runnin' till our spirit's free at least.      You know me by the stories I have made   You know me by looking out through boxes and cages   And it's hard to clearly see what's right in ordinary light   Does the truth filter down through the ages   We cannot see the end so here we must begin   Tell me, what will we write on these pages?      Down through history we race across   Borders into empty space we write   A chapter of fable, a line, a trace   Another heart may follow.      You know me by the stories I have made   You know me by looking out through boxes and cages   And it's hard to clearly see what's right in ordinary light   Does the truth filter down through the ages   We cannot see the end so here we must begin   Tell me, what will we write on these pages?      We cannot see the end, so here we must begin   Tell me, what will we write on these pages?...