Isabel - Frank Turner

So now the years are rolling by

And it’s not long since you and I could have been train drivers and astronauts

And now we’re stuck in furnished ruts

But yet the thing that really cuts is that we can’t 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 doesn’t often show, we are scared

Because we know our forefathers were farmers and fishermen

And so the world has changed, worse or better’s 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 better’s hard to tell

But my hope remains within the arms of Isabel

And I’ll admit that I am scared of what I don’t understand

Darling, if you’re there, gentle voice and soothing hands

To quiet my despair

To shore up all my plans

Darling, if you’re there…

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

The machines we’ve made will damn us into hell

So the time will come when all must save themselves

And I will save my soul within the arms of Isabel