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
