when I discard my worries
They'll pour down with rain
If I return tomorrow,i'll be the same
I left out on the long road
and I was sometimes fine
breaking out the signals
of my mind
and now the folding circle
draws me in with signs
the aging of the new world
is the dancing of time
Now the mystery is opened
and they're drawing all the crowds
but I am turning away
wondering how?
so I come before the sunlight
to see that which never fails
and I will place my feet now
upon this trail
now the folding circle
draws me in with signs
the aging of the new world
is the dancing of time