I astray from the signs

They have showed me nothing

But a faint trace in your eyes

Of belief in something.

I remain in the burrows

Of the western prairie

I awake in the sorrows

Of the new age glory

It baits me.

Oh the maze of the stars

They have led me to none

But the boy with the blue heart

That believed in someone.

I reside in the ruins

Of the sanctuary

Where a man praised a woman

And she loved him holy

It shakes me.

Is it late where you are

Does my call disturb you

In the peace of your war

In the comfort of the dark.

Do you wait for the night

To wake your dreaming

Do you ache through your fight

To keep the past alive

Does it still let you down.