| I walk along expecting the next moment I will rise bright from the ground to the sky and all the trees above this believing in flying for what ain't got no wings do the leaves dream that nothing but stems are the difference in heaven and earth? I ask a lot of questions I wonder if the answers are where you are and the garden only says lie down and the garden only says lie down, lie down I walk along the alleys of avenues and streets I am tired in the morning running from sleep where I ask the wind to ask you to stay before you go to stay before you go I ask you if wisdom were enough for the wise and you say that these words don't begin to describe all the stories they told us while we were asleep in the garden of morning the cradle of night the color of windows full for the light of the garden of morning the cradle of light the questions we answer the riddles we write I wonder where I'm going I wonder where I am I am tired of believing that I can see what I'll see when you're with me so stay before you go so stay before you go and believe me before I fall asleep again |