Last lights wink out on this pale and sultry night Stars signal long past two AM I feel the lateness in the hour And I'm fifty long years from home
A new dawn glimmers. Time for a change of horses It's time to chart new courses And head for safer houses No more empty towers of this unholy Babylon Some four hundred thousand hours have come and gone
I smell, in the air, a new meadow morning Fresh-flowering grasses stirring And no pressure free-falling Thin mists to bring and light airs to call
And we treasure all, all that we left behind us No pointed cold and dark regrets No nameless blame to lay Resolute, the optimist, I ride fresh horse and spur it on Four hundred thousand hours have come and gone