Someone is speaking of time now to gain The voice cryin' be I am bound Life is undyin' yet somebody weaves The season declares it's own sound In circlin' my mind These worlds that I find Tell me why Tell me what shall I seek that shall be found Now as the waters of mornings will fall The wind is set free to demand And ore but of distance inclusive of all To know there is space to expand These things that I see These things that are me Tell me why Tell me where do I fit in the plan These things that I see These things that are me Tell me why Tell me where do I fit in the plan