All of this time turns to tape on the reel
Trying to make sense of the things that I feel
The moon will still be there, with or without me
To stand underneath and speak of its beauty

Give to me burdens and give to me rest
Life brings me both and I bring my best
I will come weary with strength of my own
To walk beside others on our way home

Look under the bonnet and inside the case
Call down the prophet, look into her face
Wrestle the question and let it all go
Dig in the dirt for what I already own