Fog gets in your eyes and whisper Tells you it is right To wade your cares away, Hold pillow tight.
You will fly through the canyons Of your tired mind Looking for the place where land to Little cove to hide
Sky has lost the sun and trees are Statues of the air Waving by the wind That goes nowhere. It has travelled all the land Like you will do it now Just close your eyes, There’s no more cares around.
And the sun is only waiting When you raise again From the sea that is catching Strangers everywhere But for now the whisper calls you Tells you it is right To wade your cares away And wait a night.