Knowing there was a sight to see, and climbing up the lowest tree,
We strained our eyes beyond degree and knew we were alone.
Lighting up that altar stone, no dial on the telephone.
The silent hours made it known that brighter days are yet to come.
'To exist separately is not the way it"s supposed to be,
If in the end you"re on your own, well I don"t want to let you go alone'
On the road in bright of day, few are those that pass this way
And fewer still have much to say,
They"re pointing this way, pointing that way
The strangest few will travel out with pack and journal, map and route
They"re left with time to laugh about the emptiness of days
To exist separately is not the way it"s supposed to be
If in the end you"re on your own, well I don"t want to let you go alone
There"s got to be a better way to say the things I meant to say
If not tomorrow or today, then maybe by the end I"ll finally break
The saddest wolves in shepherd"s cloths
Have touched the sorriest of foals,
Repent! Repent! And be restored - you"re the part and I"m the whole
Oh what of those that lose their minds?
when hell and consciousness combine,
leaving just their eyes behind - a glassy silhouette
To exist separately is not the way it"s supposed to be
If in the end you"re on your own, well I don"t want to let you go alone
There"s got to be a better way to say the things I meant to say
If not tomorrow or today, then maybe by the end I"ll finally break
There never was reasoning to keep the world the way it"s been,
If in the end we disappear and all our scattered children are left here.
If in the end you"re not around. A trail of tears left on the ground.
'Don"t worry' I will say aloud... 'for ashes to ashes, we all fall down'
We strained our eyes beyond degree and knew we were alone.
Lighting up that altar stone, no dial on the telephone.
The silent hours made it known that brighter days are yet to come.
'To exist separately is not the way it"s supposed to be,
If in the end you"re on your own, well I don"t want to let you go alone'
On the road in bright of day, few are those that pass this way
And fewer still have much to say,
They"re pointing this way, pointing that way
The strangest few will travel out with pack and journal, map and route
They"re left with time to laugh about the emptiness of days
To exist separately is not the way it"s supposed to be
If in the end you"re on your own, well I don"t want to let you go alone
There"s got to be a better way to say the things I meant to say
If not tomorrow or today, then maybe by the end I"ll finally break
The saddest wolves in shepherd"s cloths
Have touched the sorriest of foals,
Repent! Repent! And be restored - you"re the part and I"m the whole
Oh what of those that lose their minds?
when hell and consciousness combine,
leaving just their eyes behind - a glassy silhouette
To exist separately is not the way it"s supposed to be
If in the end you"re on your own, well I don"t want to let you go alone
There"s got to be a better way to say the things I meant to say
If not tomorrow or today, then maybe by the end I"ll finally break
There never was reasoning to keep the world the way it"s been,
If in the end we disappear and all our scattered children are left here.
If in the end you"re not around. A trail of tears left on the ground.
'Don"t worry' I will say aloud... 'for ashes to ashes, we all fall down'