Tender Offerings

Perhaps I am bound to be restless Always yearning, never satisfied Perhaps I'm aching for nothing That words can't ever define Was I happy in those moments Or have I made it seem that way? Was I back there tomorrow Could feel as lacking as today? But you in your golden hour And you with your sweetest song And you with your tender offerings How could I ever do you wrong? There's an unrest that keeps me marching There's foolish hope that can be found Something so true and lasting Could it let me on the ground? Still I like my world boundless It never ceases to entice It's the hunger in my bones It's the new day in my eyes And you in your darkened hour And me and my broken soul Here you come with the tender offerings How could I ever do you wrong? And me in my doubting hour And you with your soothing song And you when you call my mercy And you when you can't be strong Here you come with your tender offerings How could I ever do you wrong? How could I ever do you wrong? How could I ever do you wrong?