And the pain in your eyes is unspoken, all the words put under the shade.
Still a light you will be for another, if you'd only learn how to wait.

Troglodyte, is that you in the open? Have you come to settle down? Still today, there are words for tomorrow, and a light to bring you home.

How you've drifted away, to a cold house enough, to bear your thoughts, to hold your words, til the end of the day. A table for us, set so plain, to relieve your weight, then you go on your way.

And you stand in the fields with your Father, and you ask how could this be real? There were days when it seemed you were nowhere, have I lost all sense of feel?

Troglodyte, is that you in the open? Have you come to settle down? Still today there are words for tomorrow, and a light to bring you home.