The waitress is cleaning the car, She offers some coffee to me, The coffee gets cold in a while. The old man beside me is gone, Of a house he would build, With the money he never could save, His father was buried down by the sea, Once he was younger than me. Down to the limit of time Take me away from the gloom The waitress has turned off the lights, She's put on her coast and once in a while, The lines on her face disappear Down to the limit of time Oceans awake and walls break down And you just lead me right out of here Down to the limit of time More from Fool's Garden