(Amy Grant and Wayne Kirkpatrick)
There you go making mountains
Out of such a little hill
Here I go mixing mortar
For another wall to build
There's a struggle in this life we lead
It's partly you
It's partly me (but)
Every road that's traveled
Teaches something new
Every road that's narrow
pushes us to choose
And I'd be lying if I said
I had not tried to leave a time or two
But every road that leads me
Leads me back to you
Here we stand in the middle
Of what we've come to know
It's a dance, it's a balance
Holding on and letting go
But there is nothing that we can't resolve
When love's at stake
When love's involved
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