Figured out yet...

I don't know, this might be a bad analogy... especially for a Dutch, middle class, CRC white boy to make, but I will make it anyways. It seems like the best talks and some of the most revolutionary moments in my life have been shared with my close friends over a beer and a smoke. Whether it is a cigar, a pipe, or a tasteful cigarette, there is something about a burning ember the enlightens the brain... maybe a little bit too literally... at any rate, I realized that these moments are the moments that little sparks of who we are, what we are becoming, and what we should do lighten and then fade away. This is about these moments, and the moments that I have tried to figure what I am supposed to do with my life. I hope that they metaphor makes sense ;)

Like the flicked end of a cigarette
The passes by your way
Well, we don't have it figured out yet
But we will some day...

We don't have it figured out yet
But we will some day...

You know it's nothing to worry about
Cause we know He's got it figured out
We don't have it figured out yet
But we will some day...

We're singing we don't have it figured out yet
But we will someday...