DREAMED THE LONG DAY JUST WANDERING FREE, THOUGH I'M FAR GONE YOU SLEEP NEARER TO ME, IF I COULD FIND PEACE, IF THIS NIGHT LEAVES, BUT I CAN'T HELP MYSELF. SO I'LL WALK OUT THESE WANDERING DREAMS, UP THE NORTH ROAD DRESSED GOLD AND GREEN, IF I COULD LIE STILL AS THAT GREAT HILL, BUT I CAN'T HELP MYSELF. WELL IT'S CALM AND IT'S CLEAR, COLLAPSED HERE ON THE STONE, DELIVERED TO THIS PLACE, A VISION DARK AND CLOAKED, AND THOSE FIGURES THROUGH THE LEAVES, AND THAT LIGHT THROUGH THE SMOKE, AND THOSE COUNTLESS EMPTY DAYS MADE ME DIZZY WHEN I WOKE, AND I LIVE TO SEE YOUR FACE, AND I HATE TO SEE YOU GO, BUT I KNOW NO OTHER WAY THAN STRAIGHT ON OUT THE DOOR, AND I CAN'T HELP MYSELF.