Yes I know that my life is a gateway
Close to the mellow grave
And I know that the past is a highway
Close to the scattered days
With my four wheels still in spin
Close to the howling wind

But I hope that I’m far from sinking
In my own hazy way of thinking
Though I know there are waters on the rise
And they will come on by

Yes I know that my time is a river
Close to a dried out place
And I know that my heart is a mirror
Close to the windowpane
While the day is still in light
Close to the dark of night

But I hope that I’m far from sinking
In my own hazy way of thinking
Though I know there are waters on the rise
And they will come on by

Though I know that these skies upon us
Are close to the ground below us
Though I know that the ends before us
Are close to the start behind us

But I hope that I’m far from sinking
In my own hazy way of thinking
Though I know there are waters on the rise
And they will come on by
Though I know there are waters on the rise
And they will come on by