Seward Park

Drifting on the glacier lake
?
Clouds belong starring my way

I saw him from the bow
Looking out on the grain
My hands there open now
I say what is on your mind?
Not right now

Drifting on the glacier lake
Clouds belong starring my way
?

On the air see willow fall
Could I stand on the succession
In your mind
I appear across the lake
And I wait
For the queue