I have been walking on with the cycle logic in my head,
I have no trouble finding a million doors.
I walk the avenue that goes on around and around,
I think I see a star up ahead, but then maybe there's nothing at all.

I walk on with the cycle logic ringing on,
every now a consequence of every then.
I hold my breath for a moment, to see if holding time would run me out,
but its gone before it comes, the whiff of life in a handful of air.
All the glitter of today taking roots from a million yesterdays,
I walk on humming songs on the cycle logic I find inside,
I pause, stop and wait on, but in the rustle of every grass on the hill,
its just waiting to be heard, the songs of how things be from what they were.