A

sea-

soned

witch

could

call

you

From

the

depths

of

your

dis-

grace

And

re-

ar-

range

your

li-

ver

To

the

so-

lid

men-

tal

grace

And

a-

chieve

it

all

with

mu-

sic

That

came

quic-

kly

from

a-

far

Then

taste

the

fruit

of

man

Re-

cor-

ded

lo-

sing

all

a-

gainst

the

ho-

ur

And

as-

ses-

sing

points

to

no-

where

Lea-

ding

e-

very

sing-

le

one

A

dew-

drop

can

e-

xalt

us

Like

the

mu-

sic

of

the

sun

And

take

a-

way

the

plain

In

which

we

move

and

choose

the

course

you're

run-

ning

Down

at

the

edge,

round

by

the

cor-

ner

Not

right

a-

way,

not

right

a-

way

Close

to

the

edge,

down

by

a

ri-

ver

Not

right

a-

way,

not

right

a-

way

Crossed

the

line

a-

round

the

chan-

ges

of

the

sum-

mer

Rea-

ching

out

to

call

the

co-

lour

of

the

sky

Passed

a-

round

a

mo-

ment

clothed

in

mor-

nings

Fas-

ter

than

we

see

Get-

ting

o-

ver

all

the

time

I

had

to

wor-

ry

Lea-

ving

all

the

chan-

ges

far

from

far

be-

hind

We

re-

lieve

the

ten-

sion

on-

ly

to

find

out

The

mas-

ter's

name

Down

at

the

end,

round

by

the

cor-

ner

Close

to

the

edge,

just

by

the

ri-

ver

Sea-

sons

will

pass

you

by

I

get

up,

I

get

down

Now

that

it's

all

o-

ver

and

done

Now

that

you

find,

now

that

you're

whole