I hear the quiet coming on I know the night is going by you are the secret in the sky you are the process and the why the earth is crumbling and i am tumbling into your arms i must go as i am mumbling could you forgive him and try to tell me when to row the time has come to bend the bow the time has come to bend the bow don't try and tell me you don't know since this is war we must bend everybodys thinking the same thing everybodys dreaming the same dream you got yourself caught in between where your going and where you want to be