In a land barren and wasteful
I could hear the coyote howl...

The year was 1940
It was late at night...

I'm reaching out with my hand
time slipping away like gains of sand...

Casting a spell
to bring about hell...

Chasing dreams in our sleep
that might never be caught...

On the morn of 14th October 1881
with a light wind that was blowing...

Standing I stood on the cliff
looking out across the sea...

There it sat alone
this haunted tree on the hill...

I awake from my sleep to
see angels standing at the window...

Left alone to our own devices
Left alone to defend for ourselves...

Dive into the sea and feel free
swim away to far way places...

The sound of a clock ticking on the wall
reminds me that time is slipping away...