Reach Back

Look at these hands

Come from god knows where

We’re going, to the ends of lands

Ever shifting ever growing

Will we know the story whole

Of who we are?

Look at this throne

Built on blood and sweat

Of nations and their homes

Forgotten now without a clue

Of how it’s true or doubtful to you

If you try to reach back

Touch a thing that only was

You’ll find

You’re flyin blind

Into the sun

If you can see past the

Heavens made of ancient dust

You’ll find

The other side

Is yet to come

Yesterday is done

Gone from all of our sensation

And tomorrow comes,

No matter all our speculation.

We’ll never know

The story whole

Of who we are

So just try and reach back

Touch a thing that only was

You’ll find

You’re flying blind

Into the sun

If you can see past

Heavens made of ancient dust

You’ll find

The other side

Is yet to come

You’ll find

The other side

Is yet to come