The dogs are going to to town as I rock in this chair dreaming a fable.
The children sleep sound while the restless wind it kicks up dirt.
My mind's asleep now as the days never seem to tire.

So where are you now? If you won't come home I'll lock the door.

So what happens when the hourglass runs out of sand?

Will the earth break forth and show us all we've done wrong?
I'm getting tired of walking down such a narrow path.
I'll pick a song for you to carry on, to carry on.


It's only one beat too many with a tired refrain;
I just could not think of anything so I'll pray for you, I'll pray for you.

At the end of this day I'm just lost in a reverie,
entwined with catharsis and woe.


It's only one beat too many with a tired refrain;
I just could not think of anything so I'll sing to you, I'll sing to you.
At the end of this day I'm just lost in a reverie,

entwined with catharsis and woe.