"Somewhere down along the way, I spilled out into the day
I made my way here slowly, with worlds of white below me
I went out on across the stream, dripping sounds had filled the trees
And no more words were spoken, the circle was unbroken
I heard the voices through the wall, I touched the things that no one saw
And deep inside you heard me, this was my 23rd dream
"
"Somewhere down along the way, I spilled out into the day
I made my way here slowly, with worlds of white below me
I went out on across the stream, dripping sounds had filled the trees
And no more words were spoken, the circle was unbroken
I heard the voices through the wall, I touched the things that no one saw
And deep inside you heard me, this was my 23rd dream
"