Relaxing in the cool, cool darkness
Blow the dust off the pages and the book reads
Questions answered by the question itself
But what was the question again
Looking forward to a deep experiment in dissonance
Reaching out from a doorway in space
The big trough is getting flooded with swine
And the muddy water rolls out the back door of time
As the dust settles all about this land
Night falls but still the light shines on
Bridges burnt by the hordes of dogs
Pulling wagons to carry the hogs
As the fire burns and the page turns
Thoughts are heard
Maybe just one word
Questions of things to be
Why can't you just wait and see
Open up the mystery but buyer beware
Just because it's free don't mean it don't have a cost
So hold on to your soul it might take you to space
Or get you through space
Or get you outta this place
Headin' up the mountain with a backpack of gold
When the wind start blowin' crazy and fingers got cold
Noses turned purple and toes nearly froze
As questions piled up until the answer shows