Arend Lee Jessurun

You cannot choose from where you come 
but only if you’ll stay. 
Not every harbor is a home, 
but maybe for today. 
The winds of change are blowing soon, 
and soon they’ll blow away. 
I leave the only place I’ve known, 
but I don’t know the way. 

I don’t know the way.
I don’t know the way. 
I know just where I want to go, 
and I’ll be there someday, 
oh, but I don’t know the way. 

I walk the dolorosa path, 
I wander, passing by 
the garden where the grapes of wrath 
came spilling from his eyes. 
I heard the seer strike a chord, 
I heard St. Thomas say, 
“I don’t know where you’re going, Lord, 
and I don’t know the way.” 

I don’t know the way. 
I don’t know the way.  
I know just where I want to go,  
and I’ll be there someday,  
oh, but I don’t know the way. 

The past, a ghost, the future, blind, 
point only to one end: 
the now where all of human kind 
look out and back again. 
And all through every changing tide 
and time that cannot stay, 
be thou forever by my side 
‘cause I don’t know the way.

I don’t know the way. 
I don’t know the way.  
I know just where I want to go,  
and I’ll be there someday,  
oh, but I don’t know the way.
Oh, but I don’t know the way.