From the recording Water Meets the Shore
the leaves are falling, but the sun is bright
my hands are cold, but my eyes find the light
the sound of silence is not here at all
thirty bands at once outplay the fall
and there's one thing i hear every time i'm near, i am near
and i hear the mystery and i feel the history, and i can't believe these trees are made of gold
the draw of wanderlust has me starstruck and i know this fable i was told
and they say you don't sleep, but i'm not sure its true. cause maybe its you wait to sleep, until i'm next to you.
the buzzing current is the undertone
of swirling spectrums marked in kodachrome
a song to sing that I've never heard so close in person, but its a brave new world
and when dreams come true I can't help but think its something you would do.
and I hear the mystery and i feel the history on a Milk and Roses sort of afternoon. Sweet Amelia smiles as I sing my favorite lines and pretend I've done it all before.
And they say you don't sleep, but I'm not sure that's true. Cause maybe its you wait to sleep until I'm next to you.
A conversation over coffee cups, firmly planted though I'm waking up
So much magic in a single day
we cross the bridge and the lights fade away
and its hard to go when you've given me a place, and a name
Where I hear the mystery and I feel the history of a life given a second chance.
Strength rising up from the ashes and the dust and I know that hand I need to hold.
And they say you don't sleep, but I'm not sure its true, Cause maybe its you wait to sleep until I'm next to you.