music and lyrics by Kara Johnstad
On different planes of different times
I walk this earth, my head in the sky
Never quite knowing, where when or why
Is it just a coincidence?
Or is there a mystery in the divine.
My friends are having children
My grandma's preparing to die
And as I get in the car, for the long ride home
Throated knotted, my eyes dissolve
In the blackness of the night
The moon light carries me
Reflecting on different planes of different times
We're on different planes of different times
Different planes of different times
Different planes of different times
Houses left, childhood dreams abandoned,
I've had a wealth of friends who've come and gone
Yet strangely enough I cherish
The black and empty sky and
I know I am walking closer to God with every painful good - bye
Reflecting on different planes of different times
Different planes of different times
Different planes of different times