Was it a dream
Where I wandered off the trail
Aimlessly drawn
And came to a clearing
On the hill of town
Still hearing calls

And a circle of stone
Surrounded a pool of black water and sky
Where I reached in and pulled out a song
Ceremoniously young

I think I dreamt it
Standing on the street in the wind looking south
Hunting for singing
Indulging imagining words in the wind

But nothing means nothing
Everything is fleeting
Don't get used to it
I say, look upon the ruins


Two distant branches on the hill
There's no song, no sacredness now
What I'd called the spirit world blows into dust
Like me, and the song
Born of alienation

Ancient questions
Answered alive in me again
Indulging imagining words in the wind

But nothing means nothing
Everything is fleeting
Don't get used to it
I say, look upon the ruins

Voice in the branches
Pulling me still.


Lyrics submitted by mkwett

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