From the recording Time
Lyrics
when she told me that her job was a joke and that her life was a game
walking in and out of doorways still dressed and caressed the same
and the pointing opposition standing in the vestibule of this time
they pave sidewalks, and build skyscrapers in her gentle mind
and so the pattern pulls upon her, tugs on the inventors jacket
and he looks long and hard at the her so selfless and scattered
why do you not conform he asks in such a melancholy way
so dismal in his dillusion and discomforted in this race
when the rains came down and
washed the senses of the minds paving ways
roaring rolling thunder come any given day
out came a chance from an ending daydream
a moment in time, a moment of truth
a moment sublime, in the imminent proof
come back to Eden where the fruit is still free
come back to Eden, come back to me
she was caught up in this existence, and she seemed so confused
by now it was all just a cheap ploy or maybe a simple ruese
cause whats left behind stays the same and the end is always a choice
she stood swaying in the sound of her inevitable voice
and when the rains comes down and washes the senses of these minds supposed to be paving the ways
roaring rolling thunder come any given day
out came a chance from an ending daydream
a moment in time, a moment of truth
a moment sublime, in the imminent proof
come back to Eden where the fruit is still free
come back to Eden, come back to me