Gazing towards moonset.

Passing through trees.

Steady and shifting.

Alone but complete.

As far as the eye sees.

We're lost but not done.

Gone through the motions.

Turn towards the sun.

It's a long way around.

With nothing to be.

I wanted what's best, but didn't want to believe.

You think it'd be easy with help from inside. Divided and carried into the night.

Brought it down gently. Landed it right.

Instead it just faded away at first light.

It's a long way around.

With nothing to be.

I wanted what's best, but didn't want to believe.

It's a long way around.

With nothing to be.

I wanted what's best, but didn't want to believe.