When I discard my worries
They will pour down with rain
If I return tomorrow I'll be the same

I left out on the long road
And I was sometimes fine
Breaking out the signals
Of my mind

Chorus:
And now a folding circle
Draws me in with signs
The ageing of the new world
Is the dancing of time

Now the mysteries are open
And they're drawing all the crowds
But I am turning away
Wondering how

So I come before the sunlight
To see that which never fails
And I will place my feet now
Upon this trail.