He stands at the window in some foreign hotel
And closes the door on the day
Flips through his memories and wishes them well
And waits for the ocean of dreaming to take him away
The land is receding in to the distance
With every motion of the sails
Traveling in to the arms of existence
Behind eternity's veils
The infinite horizon beckons with silence
In the end silence always prevails
Every dream leaves a trail
Every dream leaves a trail
The brick and the mortar of earthly desire disappears
In the beginning there was the end
Across the folds of space-time and back again
You weave a tangled tapestry
In time and human history
Through where and why and what will be
With truth and crystal clarity
You climb in to eternity
'Til the morning
'Til the morning
He stands at the window in some foreign hotel
And opens the door on the day

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Writer(s): Raul Sterling Midon