Pilgrims Progress (Live)

I sat me down to write a simple story which maybe in the end became a song

In trying to find the words which might begin it

I found these were the thoughts

I brought along

At first I took my weight to be an anchor and gathered up my fears to guide me round but then

I clearly saw my own delusion and found my struggles further bogged me down

In starting out

I thought to go exploring and set my foot upon the nearest road

In vain I looked to find the promised turning but only saw how far

I was from home

In searching

I forsook the paths of learning and sought instead to find some pirate's gold

In fighting

I did hurt those dearest to me and still no hidden truths could

I unfold I sat me down to write a simple story which maybe in the end became a song

The words have all been writ by one before me

We're taking turns in trying to pass them on

Oh we're taking turns in trying to pass them on