I I have a long nose And also it grows Off to one side a bit I am used to it The nose I have got Not the nose I have not For many a year Between love and fear My nose has been right there I follow it where It goes I suppose I think but my nose knows II Those who are afraid Would like me to be too Be like they have made So many but I do Not like what I see Of that which is not love Being afraid of Out there in where between Their fear can be seen They should know what I mean But would like to save My soul from being brave But as doubt has shown I would like to be free Though I understand The fear in their demand Not to be alone Here (a fear I have known) Would they could let go To listen now and then Through the silence when It wonders then again Would they could find out And understand to know Curiosity Is what "free" is about III Out and about and About to find out Through doubt to understand What though not to know To wonder about As I go so to grow I get by hereby Now under the sky I get how round I go Though I get lost I Go then to be found When I come back around Steven Curtis Lance