In the hour of least sunlight

In the springtime, the time between day and night

Paint peels perfection with rainbows of light

I listen to the wise man and I follow his sight

I listen to the wise man and I follow his sight

In the darkest hour, when the night turns to day

The dark before the dawn, as Dylan once did say

Surreal sanctuary scenes play day by day

I listen to the wise man and what he did say

I listen to the wise man and what he did say

He said, time has no meaning, if your poor

Now money is no means in which to open the door

Moment by moment

Day by day

try so hard but you just can't stay

In the end

In the end

In the end

In the end

Now in the hour right before I lay

I sit and recourse the events of my day

Entire entities envelope the process of the weight

I listen to the wise ones and I shape my fate

I listen to the wise ones and I shape my fate

Weight so strong like the tide or the moon

you can feel the pressure

Surrender to your knees soon

Live oak livin, livin in my backyard

I listen to the wise man and I listen hard

I listen to the wise man and I listen so hard

He said, time has no meaning, if your poor

Now money is no means in which to open the door

Moment by moment

Day by day

try so hard but you just can't stay

In the end

In the end

In the end

In the end