In the night, when your ghost comes to call on you You are right, there ain't so much that you can do You're a stranger even to yourself, and your bed is cold as the grave It's that old serpent biting it's own tail (Chorus) Ride on sisters, hand it on Ride on brothers, it won't be long In the now, I see only limitations Don't know how to make the best of my situation And all you carriers of lights, all you prophets of the dawning day We're already here, and it's already late