Days Between Stations Visionary
Visionary man of the world
Emissary so far from home
In solitary silence so loud
The truth often lies behind a shroud
Flashing back, to the beginning
Retracing all of the memories
Revolving, ever rotating
Opening doors that are waiting
Relentlessly turning the table
Blazing a trail wherever able
Leading the pack, never retreating
Life standing still, time ever fleeting
Visionary man of the world
There's no replacing what's been left behind
There's no returning to that place and time
In sight were all the distant horizons
In flight were all the dreams alive
Traveler, wonder, ascend to sky
