You watch the candle burning

You stand inside the flame

You thought you were a light bulb

You’ve never known your age

Or the number of the page

And though you’ve seldom travelled

You’ve rode upon the world

You’ve sat inside the saddle

You’ve watched the skies unfurl

You’ve rode upon the world

We’ve seen you raging naked

Across mountain and plain

You’ve played with painted ladies

You’ve trod the narrow way

Trod the narrow way

There’s nothing here to mention

As silently the rust

Digests the foundations

And gathers with the dust

And gathers with the dust

The times you think of speaking

There is nobody near

The times you think of listening

There is nothing to hear

There is nothing to hear

You watch the candle burning

You stand inside the flame

You thought you were a light bulb

You’ve never known your age

Or the number of the page