I miss the days before every love song had been writ
And every story penned
Another mind hadn’t beat you to it

I miss the days before every land had been mapped
When you could go explore
And know the world was still untapped

I miss the days before men couldn’t outwit God
When He still spoke to us
And we still spoke to God

I miss the days before men could do everything
When we still dreamed likе birds
Before we forgеd our wings

Oh when did we stop missing things?
When did we trade our garden and the King of Kings
For a land that’s bare and a God that’s blind
How can we not yearn for what’s behind?

I miss the days before rings came off so easy
When I could promise you
And believe that you believed me

I miss the days before everything had a price
When we couldn’t count the cost
Of every single sacrifice

I miss the days before we all had useless hands
When our tools were young
And hadn’t yet raped our lands

I miss the days before we knew when rain would fall
When we’d plant seeds with hope
And now we don’t hope at all

Oh when did we stop missing things?
When did we trade our garden and the King of Kings
For a land that’s bare and a God that’s blind
How can we not yearn for what’s behind?
But I’ve heard whispers that this earth
Holds the deepest mysteries yet
Oh I’ve heard whispers when I listen to the trees

And I’ve tasted eternity
A sweetness my tongue has never known
I’ve felt an ache deep down in my bones
That proves there’s something more

(Where are you? Where are you?)

And I’ve heard laughter rolling from the canyons
Laughter at the man who claims to hold more wisdom
Than the One who stretched the heavens
And treads upon the sea

And I’ve heard the song of the return
A song as pure as light
Sung by a King with eyes that burn
For a bride to be taken in the night

So maybe the past isn’t what I’m truly missing
Maybe I’m missing what’s to come
Or maybe eternity has already begun