You watch the candle burning
You stand inside the flame
You thought you were a light bulb
You've never known your age
Or the number of the page

And though you've seldom travelled
You've rode upon the world
You've sat inside the saddle
You've watched the skies unfurl
You've rode upon the world

We've seen you raging naked
Across mountain and plain
You've played with painted ladies
You've trod the narrow way
Trod the narrow way

There's nothing here to mention
As silently the rust
Digests the foundations
And gathers with the dust
And gathers with the dust

The times you think of speaking
There is nobody near
The times you think of listening
There is nothing to hear
There is nothing to hear

You watch the candle burning
You stand inside the flame
You thought you were a light bulb
You've never known your age
Or the number of the page