| in these hours I will dream all the words I say in these hours the road leads to the mountains and the mountains to the moon so I am not alone after all and not a day goes by but I go by and not a day goes by but I go by the mirror on the windshield and the wind out in the night the rhythm of my heart on my hands the language of the silent and the falling of the light and I begin to understand that not a day goes by but I go by and a day goes by but I go by in these hours I will dream all the life I may in these hours and not a day goes by but I go by and not a day goes by but I go by |