Let's get away, you say,
find a better place.
Miles and miles away from the city's race.
Look around for someone
lying in the sunshine marking time.
Hear the sighs, close your eyes.
Ba da ba do da da da ba do da da.
Stepping from cloud to cloud,
passing years of light.
Visit the frosty start
in a backwoods life.
Soaring realms of visions never,
the meaning hidden there.
Moving past,
if only.
Ba da ba do da da da ba do da da.
Time passes all too soon, how it rushes by.
Now a thousand moons are about to die.
No time to reflect on what was spent on nothing left.
Far away,
dreamless fade.
Rise up above my head,
gone are the curling mists,
how they all have fled.
The door is open,
still I don't know why space provided there.