I flew above stars to avoid the scar
And the scar never moved from its race
I sailed across streams to cross the graze
And waves never aid to pace the race
I crawled along the lane to evade ache
But spirits of evermore never let me go
Now dreams flew so high and low
Where the sun shone from Far East
And I sit in here, stare for her…
When the time comes, I’ll wave the way…
When the time comes, I’ll row the road…
