Lyrics:

1987
Writer(s): Ian Anderson

As I wake up in a room somewhere,
Dawn light not yet showing.
There's just a thin horizon between me and her
The edge of a half-dream glowing.

Well, you know, I felt her in my dream last night.
Strange how the sheets are warm beside me.
Now, how do I catch the waking edge
As it slips to the far and wide of me?

Didn't I try to hold it down?
Freeze on the picture, hang sharp on the sound.
Catch the waking edge another time.

Familiar shadows in my hotel room
Are still here for the taking.
They seem to linger on as the street lights fade
And the empty dawn is breaking.

Didn't I try to hold it down?
Freeze on the picture, hang sharp on the sound.
Catch the waking edge another time.

Instrumental

Private movie showing in my head
Which button do I press for a re-run?
And how do I catch the waking edge,
The edge of a dream about someone.

Well, you know, I felt her in my dream last night
Now the sheets are cold beside me