Tekster: Tarnation. Mirador. The Well Reprise.

I'm waiting, I wait, for the steps on the path,
I'm waiting but steps never come
The sun's burning still,
And the plans that we made
Have slowly faded away
So long, good-bye, to that crazy moaning sky and I'll cast my heart down the well.
The whole years slowly passed, where the high grass has grown
By the lake where we used to play
The ravine's grown so high, round the shaded brick well.
In the field where we used to play
So long, good-bye, to that crazy moaning sky and I'll cast my heart down the well.