Someone is speaking of time now to gain
The voice cryin' be I am bound
Life is undyin' yet somebody weaves
The season declares it's own sound
In circlin' my mind
These worlds that I find
Tell me why
Tell me what shall I seek that shall be found
Now as the waters of mornings will fall
The wind is set free to demand
And ore but of distance inclusive of all
To know there is space to expand
These things that I see
These things that are me
Tell me why
Tell me where do I fit in the plan
These things that I see
These things that are me
Tell me why
Tell me where do I fit in the plan