Somebody told us at some point in time
How would the waters run dry
Well maybe the oldest ages gone by
Closely hold us tight
On the way, on the way home
I saw today's bones
Blown by the doldrums as particles of sand
Carried in the coldest grasp
Wander the pilgrim through a foreign land
When oh when will the kingdom change hands
On the way, on the way home
I saw today's bones
On the way, on the way home
I saw I saw I saw today's bones
Soft are the shudders of a solitary ache
The sounds that you smothered break
And what does a lover leave in her wake
But one or another mistakes
On the way, on the way home
I saw today's bones
On the way, on the way home
I saw I saw I saw today's bones