When the storm clears and the sun shines We'll see the country beyond the garden I was dragged here by an angel Against my weak will the stronger dictate.
Now I stand here, I've scaled the mountain That led from function to forms of glory. And when our hands touched like worlds colliding A star exploding Then I knew that the wheel is turning.
Rust transmuted to gold and silver By strength of true will no more resistance Just perfection The wheel is turning.