I dreamed that the night was afire

sparked by embers of truth yet to come

the moon made each wise man a liar

and each poet became deaf and dumb

In our minds we had all of the answers

in our hearts we had nothing but doubt

If fear was the song, we were dancers

and its coda our only way out

So I sang to an absence of stars—

sang the song that was born in my bones

it was lost to a bass line of cars

and the worship of unfeeling stones

I woke up to a world out of tune

knowing more than a man out to know

with the promise that morning comes soon

and the shadows will reap what they sow

and now the dream is fading…

every dream is fading