Decide we'll know, when til' we'll know?

Something else begins, oh, high above the dead

Drive in my sleep if you're told to

Spiritual chair, nineteen-fourty-eight

Hide the plan, oh, we turn, turn slow

You and suns won't shine through the dirty path

Decide we're now, if to gear now

Something else begins, oh, high above the dead

Much to be, til' leaving it out