Meet me at the way station
At the crossroads of our lives
Help me with this new creation
Built from the threshold of our minds
Meditation with a rapture forms
Ulterior motivation, so adapt and scorn
All base limitations, and alas, this creation is born
With all the blocks lying about
We built the steps forming without
And the path that we lay, well, we'll just have to feel that out
With every brick laid out in stone
The breath of our labor is shown
To atone our extensive passion and we're not alone
So fluid, intuitive as in recreation
Yet so serious in depth and tone
Internal fluidity with trust, orientation for the soul
For the mind and soul
With all the blocks lying about
We built the steps forming without
And the path that we lay, well, we'll just have to feel that out
With every brick laid out in stone
The breath of our labor is shown
To atone our extensive passion and we're not alone
With all the blocks lying about
We built the steps forming without
And the path that we lay, well, we'll just have to feel that out
With every brick laid out in stone
The breath of our labor is shown
To atone our extensive passion and we're not alone