And it’s coming.
It’s going to come around.
The night is getting shorter
and our attentions' getting narrower.
The moon is getting brighter.
The eastern’s presence is getting closer.

And we’ll search and search
in cup of gold seas.
And we’ll search and search
in camel sand dunes;
in moments all alone
with aplomb, long gone
Ancient crews.

Then the coming
Glaring sunrise.
They’ll see us and hate us.
But mostly they’ll have
unwavering awe, respect, and fear of us.

The shaman, madman, medicine man, poet, philosopher king
Could do what they willed - privilege.
Because they had the sacred connection, understanding.
They were the ones who could cure and purge.
They represent the notion of being bent for discovery,
The were the sacred - prestige.
So they, from all time, had the privilege
of being the madman genius.

Yes I can hope.
Hello sweet eternal moments.
You slipped away when I opened my eyes.
That's alright.

Now I know there's real life.

And as the time goes, it goes.
Take me to the sparkling streets
away from my damp sleep.

But if I don't wake up
and if you find that I'm gone
don't worry about me.
You would be my last thoughts
and being with you was the quality and loveliness of life.

And if the world stopped spinning
And this night was all we had
don't you see?
Your face would be the last I saw
and with that a smile on mine.
Your presence was my joy, my joy.

Wake me up anytime.
I've tasted life so sweet
and it's out there
with you.

Far and gone, how could it ever change?
And the songs played on and on.
This is what they are for.
Get you through life's gold and down pour.

Upon a nice day
the songs are a blur.
But when you need them
right from your heart where
they were stored they'll
caress, caress, caress you so.

And a pleasant voice so human
and genuine
guides you, lulls you, holds you, saves you.

In your room
now pacing and dancing
exactly where you were once crying.

Oh the hope
Oh the sound
Oh the words
Oh the music
How could you ever repay or thank or say
how much the songs, songs from a soul,
renewed you so.

Oh it's all a mystery,
but not the source, no.
The songs were your friends
when you didn't know where to go.

Thoughts, ideals, body thrills
ruled by something.
Blindly or do you know?
I wish I could tell you
but it's too mean.

Goes to show
you didn't learn to look the future in the eyes.
Instead, you walked right past the mirror.

Destiny peeks, it is weak.
It is malleable to human strokes and racing feet.