Slumber on in the ticker-tape confusion
There may be days before I wake
Cheering mass into oblivion
The last time was all I could take
Now I move like oil on a turnstile
Smile and wave for the camera crew
How many days and nights await while
I contemplate your next move
I think it was you I saw
I think that time will tell it all
Walk together over the flat stones
Hold our prizes high
Suffer waves on the heels of the unknown
Curved like the ankles of a naked sky
I can only imagine
I can only imagine
I think it was you I saw
I think that time will tell it all
I think it was you I saw
I know that time will tell it all
I can only imagine
How many days and nights await while
I contemplate your next move