From way up high the world seems still But alive Eyes follow lines from hill to hill Seeing time The water carves its tiny veins To its goal Great mountains move but it remains In control In all faces In all cries The heart races The soul lies They all make it In their time Their own places But where's mine Clouds moving in obscure the view In degrees But losing sight is nothing new Not for me No use in trying to retain What they stole I'm only trying to remain in control