And I have walked this far, to reach the white tower Because I woke up lost in my darkest hour And I saw the moonlit stone, a midnight dream like bone And I have done my best, and I’m told I’ll find some rest And I have sailed a while to reach your white tower And I did not forget, I said I’d track you down I kept your face in mind, I held your faith in mine. I set my compass west, where my heart shall find its rest. On you we laid our prayers Such as they were And I drove for miles to reach this white tower I chose a granite stone and I chose a white flower And I carved my lines and I’ve done my time It may have been a final jest, but I’ll lay me down to rest. The white tower The white tower In your final hour You find the white tower

Headed west, took the long road over High Carlisle. Left the maps, followed photos after Campbellside. Black and Whites, bleeding into Kodachrome. And I will not remember the words that you said. Which way from here? Packing light, just the memories of some southern years. Dashboard lights, casting shadows on your sleeping tears. Passing signs, they all point home from here, in the rear view they disappear. And these maxims of mine, I'll repeat them again. Which way from here? This old frame is failing, with all that it entails. These old joints are aching, this old frame fails. Sharing loads, there have always been reasons for this road. Chasing storms, there is no right way to go. Satellites, across the sky tonight, they light the path we ride, With all that it entails. Show which way from here.

I’m too short for this time of year, she says As the sun shone low through the screen I’m too old for this much beer, he says As the room around him spins And I am tilting at windmills I’m forever falling apart I’m calling at angels I’m forever falling into a stranger’s welcoming arms I’m too old for these kinds of dream, he says Grabs his hat and heads for the door But a voice inside him sings, he stops, stops and turns his eyes to the floor And I am tilting at windmills I’m forever falling apart I’m calling at angels I’m forever falling into a stranger’s welcoming arms There’s a bitterness inside that is burnt up and burnt out It’s dried up and ready to die But there’s a twinge of a heartache, a ghost of a pain A sign that there’s something alive Something alive Alive There’s a sign in the sunrise, A flicker of bright eyes There’s a laugh in a cold night, The glimpse of a warm light The chill of the cool rain, The sound of a new name The glitter of fresh ice, There’s something alive Something alive One day I will climb, lose my way, stumble and fly One day I will rise, spread my wings and take to the sky. One day I will climb, lose my way, stumble and fly One day I will rise, spread my wings and take to the sky.

Jack Frost and The Winter King were dancing at the break of spring Crying they’d missed the best of things, that they had only made a start We all laughed, forgot the cold Aliens amongst an old and tired dream ‘til next winter’s start I’m trying to reach my friend, I’m told he’s there at the other end, A disembodied voice tells me to hold, Down my head in shame of 16 years of silence, Will he know my name? Will he care to answer? Will he treat me just the same? Ten hours in an aeroplane, I’m never coming back this way, I see the sunrise from the air again. And I have cried this way once awake, Many times in my sleep she says She doesn’t understand but still she’s just a call away Goodbye jack frost you can have your way Farewell to the winter king my blessings on your stay Goodbye jack frost you can have your way Farewell to the winter king my blessings on your stay These eyes have seen it all I know the changes are getting less Free fall snow fall can’t get it off my chest I’m flying too high to track me down, By your grace I’m found, lost above the clouds, The sunlight pulls me south Goodbye jack frost you can have your way Farewell to the winter king my blessings on your stay Goodbye jack frost you can have your way Farewell to the winter king my blessings on your stay I can’t believe you carried the flame, That catch in your voice when you heard my name Cut me down I am on my way back home Back home back home, I am on my way Goodbye jack frost you can have your way Farewell to the winter king my blessings on your stay Goodbye jack frost you can have your way Farewell to the winter king my blessings on your stay

For though I walk with eden’s grace And still I talk with innocence I washed my hands with the blood of saints And carried my load forty holy steps I’m choking on smoke I’m breathing fire I’m Dust and ash And a telegraph wire And though I climb I can’t get higher I’m so far out I’m not coming home You can call if you like but you’re on your own You can choose your way, cause I’ve chosen mine I’m beyond the map, and out of my time And I watched you dance as you watched me play And I fell for you as you turned away This time I want to make a difference This time I want to make a bit of difference This time I want it all to make a bit of difference This time I want it all to make a goddam bit of difference To me

Gagarin, Glenn, Shepard. Bykovsky, Armstrong, Aldrin. Tereshkova, Leonov, Collins, Cernan. As we stood on the shoulders of giants, Black and white reels on the news. We left this new world behind us, And turned away from the truth. Sputnik, Vostok, Apollo. Gemini, Vega, Atlas. Redstone, Saturn, Soyuz, Mir. Were you building a bridge to the future? Did you know what you'd hoped to find? Did you keep looking over your shoulder, To check they'd not fallen behind? Canaveral, Zvyozdny Gorodok, Vostochny. Houston, Pasadena, Goddard. Moffet Field, Plesetsk, Korolev, Baikonur. Did you look around for footprints? Kick up dust that will never fall? Did you know in the heart of the silence, That it was never a race at all? Virgil, Roger, Edward. Vladimir, Christa, Valentin. Georgi, Elliot, Viktor.

the silence of the siren's sister says we will ride, we will arrive on time the passing of the mermaid's breath says we can ride, we can ride all night. we can ride, ride all night. The line on the map says this path, this path has been trod before The fact that there's a warning sign says, says to me there's nothing we can do that can’t be done. The warning by the water side says beware the line, this river is apt to flood there was a warning put up at the bottom of the hill said this bridge, this bridge is apt to be gone And you and I we stood there and wondered who builds a bridge at the peak of river in the sharpest point in the flow and it was somebody else said someone who wanted to get across just once, just once just get across once We will ride we will ride segosa madela segosa madela say it's a soldier of Arc just to wander across say it's a murder say it's a murder say it's a river there's a one way to cross There's a flood come There's a flood come There's a river gonna wash away the bridge like a There's a flood come There's a flood come There's a river gonna wash away the bridge like before The fact that there's a warning sign says, says to me there's nothing we can do that hasn’t been done.

You're back inland, the constable says So I hung some words on a barbed wire fence. We got the letter, came through Vancouver. Such a long way round for such a little thing. It was signed in court, with a photograph, Said they'll never forget what your father did. Passed it around the usual crowd, Raised a glass to the ghost of him. Sang old songs as we were kicking out, Left it stuck behind the bar with a drawing pin. We have moved to some winter quarters This old place on division street. And we talk about healing and we talk about pain We talk about the little things that keep us sane. These wooden floors and timber walls Carved these stories in themselves. We make our echoes in these shadows And the bottles cycle through the shelves. Fill her up, to the brim Come on son we'll see this through. Fill her up, let nothing else in, No-one knows what we can do. There's a scrap of old cloth on a barbed wire fence. So we wrote some words to make amends.