You long for the heat when the sun does not shine
Yearn for everything you cannot hold
Chasing those hazy shadows of distant desires
While that which you have grows cold

You circle the deep valleys, skip a few tiny stones
Quickly throw away all that you see
Not that it matters at all what you do
It makes no difference to me

I am your clear vision, your indistinct past
Your future has already been told
What are you doing with that which you have
While the cards you are dealt unfold

Look at the cards spread there on your table
Now tell me your aces are high
I’ll show you different when I hand you the mirror
And laugh as you look in your own eyes