Days eye — track 9
I’m almost there,
just a little ways from here,
I can see a light ahead.
We were born to better times,
strangers to this land,
old and fabled bread and wine,
come now take my hand,
if at you’d like to fly,
it isn’t hard to land,
well, maybe we could fly away.
Sometimes, feels like a dream,
things aren’t quite as they seem,
I’d do anything to have these eyes cleaned,
clear with love.