Well, something comes out of nothing at all
And I will drink from my cup
As the voices, they call to me
In time
And they tickle me on the back of my neck
And they are calling me
Back from the dead of my sleep-walking
In the afternoon light
And I bow to the truth that they're telling me
Bow to the love coming over me
Oh Graces, well, I can hear your cries and they are
They're calling me out into the night
And, oh, up into the trees that I climb
To sing my songs to you
In the moonlight
And now, lately it's become so obscure
And I can't hear, no
The whispers you're making anymore
Oh, I am, I am lost
And I bow before this humbleness
Bow to the answers in silence
Oh Graces, well, I can hear your cries
And they are, they're calling me out into the night
And, oh, up into the trees that I climb
To sing my songs to you
In the moonlight
And I know, I know, I know
I know you are always here
When I'm weak from all my fears
You know, yes, I know, I know, I know
I know all I have to do
Is close my eyes and you're right there inside
Yes, I know
That you'll take me to places
That I have never been
And I know, well, there's more to this
Than traveling.

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