In The Passage

There's a ring around the moon
 Tonight
 And a chill in the air
 And a fire in the stars that
 Hang -- so near
 So near
 There's a sound in the wind that
 Blows
 Through the wild mountain holds
 Like the sighs of a thousand crying
 Souls
 Crying souls --
 There's a time when the traveller
 Is fated to find
 That insight has turned his gaze
 Behind -- behind
 And the steps taken yesterday
 Will beckon again
 And lead to his weary journey's
 End -- journey's end
 And in the passage
 From the cradle to the grave
 We are born, madly dancing
 Rushing headlong through the
 Crashing of the days
 We run on and on
 Without a backwards glance
 We run on and on
 Without a backwards glance
 But I cast my fate with the
 Wife of Lot
 I turned my gaze around
 Knowing neither what was sought
 Nor what was to be found
 Heeding weakness, feeding
 Strength
 Life at length is frail
 I seek again the river's source
 Through time's dark shadowed veil
 In the fast fading century as we spin through the years
 I pray that our failing vision
 Clears -- our vision clears
 And in the passage
 From the cradle to the grave
 We are born, madly dancing
 Rushing headlong through the
 Crashing of the days
 We run on and on
 Without a backwards glance
 We run on and on
 Without a backwards glance
 The places dash and the faces
 Dart
 Like fishes in a dream
 Hiding 'neath the murky banks
 Of long forgotten streams
 The lines of life are never long
 When seen from end to end
 The future's never coming
 And the past has never been
 There's a ring around the moon
 Tonight
 And a chill in the air
 And a fire in the stars that
 Hang -- so near
 So near