The Early Mist

There’s a harbour town that looks out to the sea
And a different path that looks like changing me
There’s a halfway house that you can never see
And an early mist that’s rolling
Pull down these marble halls
There is no truth at all
Bide down these darkened holes
Until your master calls
Lay down your guns of war
Your idols of stone
We know what we’re waiting for
We do not wait alone
There’s a land that’s not forgotten by its kind
And a row of urban soldiers in a line
Dreaming of another place, another time
And an early mist that’s rolling
Pull down these marble halls
There is no truth at all
Bide down these darkened holes
Until your master calls
Lay down your guns of war
Your idols of stone
We know what we’re waiting for
We do not wait alone
There’s a harder road that finds another day
There are things to do and see, and words to say
Some things are made of glass, and some of clay
And an early mist that’s rolling
There were those who fought and cried before they ran
There were those who looked in vain for leading hands
And still we search for comforts in the sand
And an early mist that’s rolling
Pull down these marble halls
There is no truth at all
Bide down these darkened holes
Until your master calls
Lay down your guns of war
Your idols of stone
We know what we’re waiting for
We do not wait alone