I hear a sound How could this be over? Far off white light The inner reaches of outer The line dips down Into the center And I've got nowhere to be The inner reaches of outer The inner reaches of outer Fog settles in Taste of the past There's nowhere to be The line dips down Inner reaches Of outer to be The line dips down Taste of the past I hired a carpenter I finally hired a grouter The inner reaches of outer She whispered something I said, "Could you say that louder?" And then she left The inner reaches of outer