In the bright red sky
In the heat of an evening

When only prisoners sleep
She said she couldn't
Come to the garden

See an old man wheel

She said her dreams

What too far to be thought of
As scars too white to view
She said she couldn't

Come to the garden
See a blind man kneel


She sailed away
To a blue horizon
In floating thoughts she'd sway

She said she couldn't
Come to the garden
See an old man pray


She wished them luck
As they left on their journey

Maybe she'd join them soon
But she lost her grip
At the tip of life's finger

Went home and worshipped the moon