Dead Man

I know it’s time to go
I know it’s time to go
But I’m afraid of losing roots and ties

I had so much to say to you
I had so much to say to you
But I was silent for a long, long while

Oh, float me down on the boat he built
With his own hands, in his own time
After the howling storm
On the river borne, those gentle arms

Past the shed where the horses sleep
By the oak grove, where the moon glows
There I’ll catch by the old boxcar
You will find me in the leaves

I put my dreams up for sale
I put my dreams up for sale
Half-worn and dog-eared through the years

I listened to you the first time
I listened to you the last time
Your voice opened doors I could not see

But from a cage everything looks the same
It is the train that brought me here
Oh, that ceaseless track, forbidden to look back
Without a name the nights are long

But the fire burns and I return
To the place from which I came
From the other side, I will reply
You must listen carefully
A circle has no end

And seeing me in this new light
I think you could believe
I think you could believe
I think you could believe
I think you could believe