Gone is the hour when the hand drops There goes the fall at the last stop Soar on the wing south we've gone Trapped to the fold hurricane blowing Dive with the wind dipped in the tide Trapped to the edge but the wrong side You wouldn't wait, and I couldn't stay Trick to the bait is Nature's play ♪ Form is the bone with the vessel cracked Spoke in the wheel with the back track Bird on the branch with no say Sing a little now for another way Burden's a beast without a home Too far gone I've never known Paradise fell on the eighth day We're on the last watch Should I even pray? I want us to grow old I want us to get through I want us to be whole I'd love to be as new I want us to evolve I'd like us to be true Then maybe we'd be whole And we could be as new I want us to grow old I want us to get through I want us to be whole Then we could be as new