Don't know how it happens, don't know how or why

It starts with a feeling, it comes through the night

So darling forget, all you've been told

Some days are heavy, some days are gold

In a chapter I've been reading

From an old and weathered book

Hear the distant voices calling

But it's hard to take a look

When there's so much that I care for

But it wasn't built by me

Hold the door, and set us free

And is there a pattern, that we all repeat

The places we go, the people we meet

It's sometimes familiar, it's sometimes so strange

I feel it more now, I see the change

In a chapter I've been reading

From an old and weathered book

Hear the distant voices calling

But it's hard to take a look

When there's so much that I care for

But it wasn't built by me

Hold the door, and set us free