if i close my eyes, would it all subside to an echo in the night of a distant fading light? or a stranger’s silhouette? a burnin’ cigarette? and somewhere in the haze, passage through the maze? can you hear hear me now, or are there just too many doors between then and now for me to ever reach on through and pull you back somehow? but that don’t happen anymore. still, in the night, i think i hear you calling.

i have walked this stage as the music played. they knew every word, but they never heard for they never changed. it’s all very strange as i’m stadin’ here contemplatin’ years. can you hear me now, or are there just too many doors between then and now for me to ever reach on through and pull you back somehow? but that don’t happen anymore. still, in the night, i swear i hear you calling.

can you hear me now, or are there just too many doors between then and now for me to ever reach on through and pull you back somehow? but that don’t happen anymore. still, in the night, i think i hear you calling. hear you calling, calling. i hear you calling, calling.