In the sunrise of my life when the sun was at my back And my shadow stretched before me like a playmate in the grass I'd chase her, for to catch her, we might merge upon the day That the sun would shine upon us all the wisdom of the aged In the noontime of my life when the sun was overhead I'd lie upon my shadow like drunk lovers in strange beds And I'd wish to slink away, but she'd follow underfoot So I'd hide beneath the shade trees til she'd melt into the roots In the afternoon of life the sun would blind me from the front And my shadow'd sneak behind me like a bloodhound on the hunt And where I used to chase my shadow, now my shadow she'd chase me And I'd flee forever forwards while she'd bite me at my feet In the sunset of my life I'd sit and count the golden rays And my shadow'd sit beside me, but she was gentle, thin, and grey And we'd laugh at how we chased each other back and forth all day All the while holding hands, in love and in dismay And I've always dreamed of nighttime and always wondered what's the means That clicks the gears of time each day, and what fills the time between When you've made your bed of clay and when the sun's beneath the floor What brings around a newborn day and the cries of shadows born?