The day crept in on riverboats
Through coloured rags and scented trees
At the foot of marbled mountains
Where I woke as from a dream
In city streets among the prophets
To trade a winter sanctuary
A jaded traveler filled his pockets
But couldn't buy his company
So in silver and gold
We'll pave a path that leads us home
With all that's been and all to come
Returning to the sun
Then the morning caught him drifting
Left so strung out on Carnaby
Stretched to meet an old acquaintance
Decades lost so easily
The lines the pusher offered
The forced exchange of pleasantries
They found me wandering in the last light
The weight of time at my heels
So in silver and gold
We'll pave a path that leads us home
With all that's been and all to come
Returning to the sun
So in silver and gold
We'll pave a path that leads us home
With all that's been and all that's gone
Returning to the sun