You walk beyond my touch
Your face is soft and sun-soaked glad
Lilting on the river smile
Turning golden in the perfumed air
Sometimes it’s just a dream theatre
That buys for me my ticket there
And I find her rolling on the wing
But I can’t stay here
I have to go astray

Well, I'd never known love could be
I have to wonder endlessly
And it turns on nobody
But me, babe
Further from the known

You know, I see my father’s hand
I see the city’s panicked dance
And I just want to join your song
Maybe tomorrow
Further from the known, yeah

Well, my walking stick is dull
It’s just the passing of the dawn
Here to make a fool of me
I’ll see you later
Further from the known
Why? Why? Why? Why?
Why? Why? Why? Why?