As you read your books of legends and men
Feeling the earth move, gliding through it
Some sound you recall, like a sheltered memory
Like a wand, like a finger, like a ring
Hey
Oh the storybooks you'll make
The illustrations, the words, the ache
The pull from the west
The strain on your chest
And the wonder, the wonder, the wonder
Oh where, the wonder went?
Hey
What are you planning?
What are you planning?
As the summer slows
And the colors start to fade
Images suspend the man, suspend the age
The muse diverts the heart from the sting
What are you planning?
What are you planning?