Tonight is mine and won’t pass by
I’m where the river bends
The winter tide is fast and high and races with the wind
Alone, I’m at the window waiting for the day to end….
I’m here collecting the mysteries of time
I chase the mystic
It’s symbols and it’s signs
hard to know, hard to see
the messages sent to you say not what they mean
the paths on the map don’t lead where they say they lead
the roads, they don’t meet
the clouds, they obscure
the patterns repeat
and you can say the same for me…