Let us speak of turning the page
Starting over
Beginning again
Let me show how
I found a new way
With each cut made
I follow the grain

Are we just a flare on a lens
A trick of light in the end
A skimming stone on the water?
The sharpest blade
Has made things real again

Here the warp and weft of each day
Are like milestones along the way
Each path chosen
Each step that I take
Leads me deeper
In this golden place

Are we just a flare on a lens
A trick of light in the end
A glimmer of flame at the field's edge?
The sharpest blade
Has made things real again

Then inside this empty land
Traces bring me back to earth
Whose footsteps made the paths I follow?
Who has tamed the places I have found?

What had seemed a great adventure
Now feels like a dream that's ended
What is real remains uncertain
Where is home?
Where am I meant to be?