I have heard the echoes in the dark.
The dim and distant voices of the past.
And I've seen so far into the night,
and lingered in the land of no light.
Far beyond the shrouded hours of dawn.
Through the mist of day break I was borne.
But the day was clouded still by night,
leaving me in the land of no light.
Though I'd love to say hello to you,
you might have to wait a while to say goodbye.
For it must end as it begins
and then start again.
The day of darkness comes to every man
and lingers while he reaches out his hand.
