Here we go, on the arc of the high and the low,
The tipping point of the to and the fro,
Though the seed blossoms slow,
It is now as it was long ago,
You reap what you sow,
And the wind still blows, the fire still burns,
And the water still flows,
Buried in the earth where the life still grows,
The heart still knows,
And it tell you where to go,
So I crossed over mountains and sat above plains,
Couldn't shake the feeling that I'm part of something strange,
Off white glazed eyes under my shades,
Gotta embrace the chaos and just leave it up to fate,
Whether buildings suffocate the sky and hide it from me,
Or the land stretches flat for as far as the eye can see,
Lines run deep, from the ancient dust of the red centre,
To the grey pavement of the inner city trendsetters,
The newest era of the human error,
The water still flows,
The wind still blows,
The life still grows,
The heart still knows and on and on it goes,
While the world conspires we try to read the omens,
See the form take shape as power changes hands,
It's the human era made of fleeting moments,
As the rock breaks down and slowly turns to sand,
So we figure-eight just going through the motions,
Snap shots coming in and out of focus,
The Mayans, Aztec's and the Romans,
Each seized their moment to bear the onus,
What's spanned across time a places,
Get's left behind in faint traces,
Throughout the ages,
The sands of time shift,
As we drift just looking for that oasis, chasing,
The rise and fall of all things big and small,
We sit poised in the middle of it all (repeat)
While the world conspires we try to read the omens,
See the form take shape as power changes hands,
It's the human era made of fleeting moments,
As the rock breaks down and slowly turns to sand,
