You want to make it right & cast away. You're far from trying. Your walks don't feel so long these days & it feels like crying Running miles away. You will rise in time & you'll have to learn to meditate.
Waiting for me Old, old tree Waiting for me
This snake's a'slidin' Will come from Hell Inside the hour of the midnight To fight against the pain. Walk out the second phase, Good premonitions save. We're in another day Where sun is a'lightin'. Your powerlessness Meets your eyes. Is this some kind of race Of tears running wild?
Change is the third phase. Will come from shame In the side of a moment's second When in the moment of the age Remember everyday Good premonitions fade. Surrender to the day Where fire is the a'light When a sparrow in it's flight Turns to ice. Is this some kind of race Of tears running wild?