Gone is the hour when the hand drops
There goes the fall at the last stop
Soar on the wing south we've gone

Trapped to the fold hurricane blowing

Dive with the wind dipped in the tide
Trapped to the edge but the wrong side
You wouldn't wait, and I couldn't stay
Trick to the bait is Nature's play

Form is the bone with the vessel cracked
Spoke in the wheel with the back track
Bird on the branch with no say
Sing a little now for another way

Burden's a beast without a home
Too far gone I've never known
Paradise fell on the eighth day
We're on the last watch
Should I even pray?

I want us to grow old
I want us to get through

I'd love to be as new
I want us to evolve
I'd like us to be true
Then maybe we'd be whole
And we could be as new

I want us to grow old
I want us to get through
I want us to be whole
Then we could be as new