This is the human plight
Am I wrong or am I right
Always sending when and why
But scarcely any returns in flight
And fewer shed any light
And before the abyss
Flooded by a mist
There is someone holding a light
Would you chase it
Would you chase it
And follow
Follow
So faithfully
So faithfully
Like a wisp of your soul with the wind
Like a wisp of your soul with the wind
Like a wisp of your soul with the wind