New Moon, Different Day
Gathering, The
Nighttime Birds (1997)

I'm at the waterside
my cold feet are numb
and I follow my dream
I want to cross
I want to get inside

The clouds make a circle
on the soil that I'm on
and I trust what surrounds me
I want to cross

I break the storm through the clouds

I'm on the other side
I watch time pass
and I see, I have to go along
with the water that will lead the way
and I feel, the rain on my head
and the drops hit me one by one

I break the storm through the clouds