there may not be many words when the two of us convege
there's a lot to be implied about our strange and distant lives
I left home to be a man
to leave a mark upon this land
I walked a ragged countryside
the scars of men -- so hard to hide
a loss for words still bites my tongue
a bitter world begat your son
but even if I get swept up in an autumn wind, you'll know
not even with the fog rolling in -- I won't forget the glow
through the blackest spell of night
this lunar lullaby