Isabel

Isabel - Frank Turner

So now the years are rolling by

And its not long since you and I could have been train drivers and astronauts

And now were stuck in furnished ruts

But yet the thing that really cuts is that we cant remember how we got caught

Filtered air computer screens muffled sighs and might-have-beens

Count your blessings then breathe and count to ten

And though it doesnt often show we are scared

Because we know our forefathers were famers and fishermen

And so the world has changed worse or betters hard to tell

But my hope remains within the arms of Isabel

So now our calloused hands once told a story honest

As its old of sowing seeds and setting sail

But now our hands are soft and weak

And working seven days a week at these salvation schemes that are bound to fail

And so the world has changed worse or betters hard to tell

But my hope remains within the arms of Isabel

And Ill admit that I am scared of what I dont understand

But darling if youre there gentle voice and soothing hands

To quiet my despair to shore up all my plans darling if youre there

And so the world has changed and I must change as well

The machines weve made will damn us into hell

And the time will come when all must save themselves

I will save my soul in the arms of Isabel