Come Home

In a fog too thick to climb through

We're sitting drifting out to meet the clouds

How will I know when the time has come

I find a tree with a ladders rungs

I know you're coming

I have spent my time preparing

What to keep and what to throw away

What will breathe and what will suffocate

Although you're late we communicate with staples and tape

By your way we'll rearrange the day with staples and tape

Come home

An afternoon you can't imagine moving the world

Playing out a famous dream in your mind I know you would

Interwoven hands to infinity

Turn a rock with the hidden key

Time has just begun

Time has just begun to slow