How did the crowd get so lonely How did the dream get so old How did the road, in the palm of the hand Get so heavy to hold How did the thread grow so slender Must be a bit, hanging on Maybe we can, start over again Before the echo is gone If it really must be going out If the final leaf must fall Oh, maybe it could leave at least a shadow On the wall Up above, there's a sea of love Under heaven's control The slower we get, the faster it stays Then the further it goes Guess I was just lucky to grab it To have it, to hold Was as new as the smoke The shape of your heart And the size, of my soul But if it really must be going out If that's all Well see if it could leave at least a shadow See if it could leave at least a shadow See if it could leave at least a shadow See if it could leave at least a shadow A shadow See if it could leave at least a shadow On the wall On the wall