(Music: Matt Brand / Lyrics: Jan Thomas)
I've been waiting
all my life to see the light
Now I'm fading,
I'll be amongst the stars tonight
I'm the mirror
of when time had first begun
All shall be clearer,
I'll be staring right into the glowing sun
Lay me low, set a tombstone at my head
Just let me go with a rock in time to shield my bed
Just send me on
with living memories carved in lifeless stone
I shan't be gone
although the shades of life are shed
I'm on my own
where the feet of future generations tread
So I wander,
a pilgrim in a paradigm
I pace and ponder,
amidst the ravages of time
I'll sleep, laugh and hope no more
No more self-deception
No more blinding lies,
as the truth needs no disguise beyond schemes of perception
Laid to rest with a tombstone on my brow
The alkahest of powers stronger holds me now
I'll have my will,
within the golden halls I'll quaff
As time stands still,
I'll raise my cup to my own epitaph
I'll lisp the words
which represent the body in its stead
And they'll be heard
by the living and the sullen dead
Lay me low, set a tombstone on/at my head
Just let me go with a rock in time to shield my bed
And at the raising of my cup, there will be read, my epitaph
By the leaden tongues of the living and the dead
Who congregate, where all equate, as time stands still, within the shade
- So I wander -
I've been waiting
all my life to see the light
Now I'm fading,
I'll be amongst the stars tonight
I'm the mirror
of when time had first begun
All shall be clearer,
I'll be staring right into the glowing sun
Lay me low, set a tombstone at my head
Just let me go with a rock in time to shield my bed
Just send me on
with living memories carved in lifeless stone
I shan't be gone
although the shades of life are shed
I'm on my own
where the feet of future generations tread
So I wander,
a pilgrim in a paradigm
I pace and ponder,
amidst the ravages of time
I'll sleep, laugh and hope no more
No more self-deception
No more blinding lies,
as the truth needs no disguise beyond schemes of perception
Laid to rest with a tombstone on my brow
The alkahest of powers stronger holds me now
I'll have my will,
within the golden halls I'll quaff
As time stands still,
I'll raise my cup to my own epitaph
I'll lisp the words
which represent the body in its stead
And they'll be heard
by the living and the sullen dead
Lay me low, set a tombstone on/at my head
Just let me go with a rock in time to shield my bed
And at the raising of my cup, there will be read, my epitaph
By the leaden tongues of the living and the dead
Who congregate, where all equate, as time stands still, within the shade
- So I wander -