Hail this new days on a pa**ing life,
planning the journey as the ship arrives
Strange meridian, ever in sight,
gloaming through darkness, unseen by light
Drunk with ideals, we watch bridges burn
High on visions as we trawl the sands
Reaching crossroads as our minds go blank
Facing upward to avoid the swamps
Eyes deceived by mirages of stones
Times of change within static zones
Silent journeys to a place long gone
Miles ahead yet already home
Through days uncertain we venture out
Sitting through evenings of storm or drought
begging the heavens to dispel our doubts
This inner ember we can't go forth without
This timeless line to which we're bound
to forsake innocence for troves unfound,
to fear the future as we gaze around,
to dream of saviors and beware of hounds
And as the dark rains relieve our pain,
time seems to stretch then shrink again
Its hands keep turning behind our backs
The lights fade out but the road remains
And as our elder begin to sail
through twilight seas to their place of rest,
this trange meridian is lit within
Come what might, we can't relent
Come the summer, come the thaw,
come the great night to reap us all
and unveil a new sun with a joyful face
Still we plod through this f**ing maze
without a map, with a broken rope,
forever dowsing for a glimpse of hope