Much

If I told you where I was going
Would you still come and find me?
Or would I just wander blindly
With no miracles to guide me

And if it was colder there
Would you bring a cloak to warm me?
Or a priest to mourn me
And a book to warn me?

If I told you that black was white
Would you still try to reach me
Or would you extend a line
In a effort to teach me?

And I told you I was fine where I am
Would it be a line in the sand?