I'm at the age
Where I heal, but I don't heal
Forget, but I remember
Where I move, but I stand still
Here in a place
Where I can stop, I cannot rest
Thoughts if I could find them
Put into words but not expressed
There is more, there is more
I will find it I am sure
If I asked to come here
Now I don't remember why
If this is a lesson
What student then am I ?
Here in a time
Where I have no time to breathe
I can mouth the words
Where they'll nod, but not believe
There is more, there is more
I will find it I am sure
I would rather be the gypsy
Than the fool back home
Distance teaches lessons of its own
I spend my whole life getting ready
I spend my whole life prepared
All this time rehearsing, unaware, unaware...