Can I make a call
and see the friends of yesterday, family of a time long past?
Reaching out a hand to grab an arm.
I wont let it all drift away,
I wont.
NO, I wont watch as ashes drift on a wind.
Let it burn brighter, burn higher;
and I'll still be reaching into the coals, never letting go of hope,
never leaving behind all I've ever known.

Do you see me?
'Cause I still see you.
It's like looking backwards through a glass filled with water.
The picture is all distorted, but the figures are so familiar.

Can I refuse? Can I fight the drift,
the undertow, that separates us from those we know?
TIME! TIME! TIME!
And space.
Clawing back,
clawing back,
only to watch as the sand slips through my fingers;
through my hands.

A fun-house mirror, a job drawing nearer,
and I am watching with eyes wide, but
paralyzed as it fades like a dream.