In a fog too thick to climb through 
We're sitting, drifting out to meet the clouds 
How will I know when the time has come? 
I find a tree with a ladders rungs 
I know you're coming 
I have spent my time preparing 
What to keep and what to throw away? 
What will breathe and what will suffocate? 
Although you're late, we communicate with staples and tape 
By your way, we'll rearrange the day with staples and tape 
Come home 
An afternoon you can't imagine moving the world 
Playing out a famous dream in your mind 
I know you would 
Interwoven hands to infinity 
Turn a rock with the hidden key 
Time has just begun 
Time has just begun to slow