And why my hand
Does slowly reach beyond itself
The silent quest
It seems to teach me of its wealth
You're marking time
You fall in line
You're marking time
I'm marking mine
Train rolling is on the wrong track
Alright leaving but it won't be back
An open hand turns into a fist
Into the mist
Into the mist
Into the mist
And why my hand
Does disappear into the sky
No fear I feel
No thought to doubt or question why
You're marking time
You fall in line
You're marking time
I'm marking mine
Train rolling is on the wrong track
Alright leaving but it won't be back
An open hand turns into a fist
Into the mist
Into the mist
Into the mist