Lyrics

At the end of the trip Blank and sudden (?) going back Voyage terminated at long last Waiting for the high-speed rocket Take me back to where I know The ride's not easy, it's not calm But going back at long last All the faces, all the voices Somehow I stay at the back of it all Watching my body go through the motions In a slice of time and space Guess I was there, I surely must have been It's a simple memory hangs near past (fast?) But going back at long last Somehow seems so much more important Looking through all the events Clear on out to single points Where it's quiet and still At the end of the trip The world stops And I can stare at the wood and stone And the objects of place take on their own life Nothing's really so different at the end of the voyage It's all an extension of my thought All the differences disappear And a quiet calm floats me in the air