I found something crying, it was my soul
I fed it milk so it wouldn't grow old
We crossed the borderline at dawn
And woke up in a field of corn
My farmer told me I was late
I better start oiling the gates
Said that those who rush are fooled
But I don't want to wait for waves
I don't want to wait at all
Let's cross the river now
Oh, they're such pretty things
But our dreams are all we really need
I found something dying, it was my light
I had resigned itself to the night
So I threw it out, wishing light
I said, catch your wheel and
Oh, Annie, let's not wait
Let's cross the river now
Oh, they're such pretty things
But in the end they're just a suit
Oh, and he lets not waste
You know that deep inside
And that's all you need to know