It starts like a silver dream unfolding
And it holds true to everything you do
I know you see something
It's bright tonight
But yet sometimes you got to unfold
Back to the pounding harnessed dreams of the night
Can't cause enough to stay the evening is through
This to be the day it comes true subdued
And riding high on the day's crusades
Backlog the waste and the taking space
A different taste of a new kind of chase
And rolling seas of long lost mysteries
Will this be told for ending of the tides
But yet sometimes you got to unfold