On the way

on the way home

I saw a rainbow beneath my feet,

flowing over the filthy street.

Oh yeah



It’s a long

it’s a long way

back to the place where we used to sit

when you and I were just little kids.



The time we had is not gone.

The way we chose was the long one.

The time we had is not gone.



The stone that fell is still falling.

So let that stone be the wondrous thing

Oh yeah.



On the way

on the way home

I heard some ghosts laughing in the trees,

moving inside the midnight breeze.

The time we had is not gone.

The way we chose was the long one.

The time we had is not gone.



Way out here

the voice and the mind are clear



The time we had is not gone.

The way we chose was the long one.

The time we had is not gone.

Way out here the voice and the mind are clear.