Ancient Questions - Live

Was it a dream
 Where I wandered off the trail
 Aimlessly drawn
 And came to a clearing
 On the hill of town
 Still hearing calls
 And a circle of stone
 Surrounded a pool of black water and sky
 Where I reached in and pulled out a song
 Ceremoniously young
 I think I dreamt it
 Standing on the street in the wind looking south
 Hunting for singing
 Indulging imagining words in the wind
 But nothing means nothing
 Everything is fleeting
 Don't get used to it
 I say, look upon the ruins
 Two distant branches on the hill
 There's no song, no sacredness now
 What I'd called the spirit world blows into dust
 Like me, and the song
 Born of alienation
 Ancient questions
 Answered alive in me again
 Indulging imagining words in the wind
 But nothing means nothing
 Everything is fleeting
 Don't get used to it
 I say, look upon the ruins
 Voice in the branches
 Pulling me still.