One to one Nowhere born Made it out of the tropical storm Facing away at a distance to you On to the other side Pray with a hand mangled in shame Faced in the road this way Pick up your hat and lift up your eyes Recall all that you say Drift in the mountains bleed in the tide Rest in the withered bell Dreaming of flowing and passing water by And the way that you see And the way that you make up your mind The song that sounds when the music's finished And all is behind Like a wave we can't stop it now Every step is ahead And all that's coming alive is dying As fast as I can say And you somewhere off in the night Distant and far from here Crane your neck and recall the last verse You are here You are here You are here You are here You are here