Hey can you follow,

Now that the trace is fainter

In the sand

Try turning your face to the wall

Can you still read me

Now that the chase is wilder

In your hand

Try losing your place in the sun



All the praises of the dream

Turned to tangles in the trees

All yesterday's fine chariots

Turned to buses in the street



Can you still hear me

Now that the songs ar moving

Into night

Try sleeping with the dancers in your room