In The Passage

there's a ring around the moon

Tonight

And a chill in the air

And a fire in the stars that

Hang -- so near;

So near.



There's a sound in the wind that

Blows

Through the wild mountain holds

Like the sighs of a thousand crying

Souls;

Crying souls --



There's a time when the traveller

Is fated to find

That insight has turned his gaze

Behind -- behind

And the steps taken yesterday

Will beckon again

And lead to his weary journey's

End -- journey's end.



And in the passage

From the cradle to the grave

We are born, madly dancing

Rushing headlong through the

Crashing of the days

We run on and on

Without a backwards glance

We run on and on

Without a backwards glance.



But i cast my fate with the

Wife of lot

I turned my gaze around

Knowing neither what was sought

Nor what was to be found

Heeding weakness, feeding

Strength

Life at length is frail

I seek again the river's source

Through time's dark shadowed veil.



In the fast fading century as we spin through the years

I pray that our failing vision

Clears -- our vision clears.



And in the passage

From the cradle to the grave

We are born, madly dancing

Rushing headlong through the

Crashing of the days

We run on and on

Without a backwards glance

We run on and on

Without a backwards glance.



The places dash and the faces

Dart

Like fishes in a dream

Hiding 'neath the murky banks

Of long forgotten streams

The lines of life are never long

When seen from end to end

The future's never coming

And the past has never been.



There's a ring around the moon

Tonight

And a chill in the air

And a fire in the stars that

Hang -- so near;

So near.




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