Well, something comes out
Of nothing at all
And I will drink from my cup
As the voices they call to me
In time.
And they tickle me on
The back of my neck
And they are calling me
Back from the dead
Of my sleepwalking
In the afternoon light.

And I bow,
To the truth that they're telling me
Bow,
To the love coming over me.

Oh, Graces, I can hear your cries
And they are, they're calling me
Out into the night
And up in to the trees that I climb.
To sing my songs to you
In the moonlight.

Now, lately its become so obscure
And I can't hear, no
The whispers you're making anymore
Oh I am, I am lost.

And I bow,
Before this humbleness,
Bow, to the answers in silence.

Oh, Graces, I can hear your cries
And they are, they're calling me
Out into the night
And up in to the trees that I climb.
To sing my songs to you
In the moonlight.

And I know, I know, I know, I know
You are always here.
When I'm weak from all of my fears
Yes I know, I know, I know, I know
All I have to do, is close my eyes
And you are right there inside.
Yes, I know that you'll take me to places
That I have never been
And I know, there's more to this than traveling.