Sanoja: Carpenter Mary-Chapin. We're All Right.

Let's go down to the fields tonight
Where the grass grows round our knees
Lay down in the silver light
Dripping through the trees
Broken halo in my hands
And distance in your eyes
The past is gone, good luck, so long
Cross ourselves and hope to fly

No roadmaps, no signposts
No north star, no lifeboats
No cavalry coming in sight
But we're all right

Let's feel small in the world tonight
Beneath a giant sky
Forget for once who is wrong or right
Just let it all go by

Close our eyes when we grow tired
And dream of where we'll be
When night gives way to another day

Have we ever woken up this free

I never had a talisman, I never wore a charm
But it's not too late to believe that fate
Was always keeping us from harm

No roadmap, no signposts
No north star, no lifeboats
No miracles coming in sight
No voices to guide us, no angels beside us
No shaman, no mystical light
No omens, no compass, no seer, no prophet
No cavalry coming in sight
But we're all right
We're all right
We're all right
We're all right