Walking the Line

When I woke from the picture it was nearly real

And I remembered each movement from the spinnin' reel

And how just like a wheel, didn't consider the way I did feel

But it was not everlastin'

Brush the fog from my eyes to reveal somethin' clean

Lookin' through an open window to the nearly unseen

But how the lightness of the mornin' turns to the eve

And stars go funnelin' from you

And I listen to you whisper when you come down

Closin' slowly decrescendo 'til not a sound

Why does it trick me every time?

You keep me walkin' the line