The journey starts at sun up, A voyage built of years; From in the mists, forgoten-ness, And sorrow in arrears That’s paid up in a string of hopes And unexpected joys — The voyage is the thing, the rest Is emptiness And noise

The journey starts at sun up, A voyage built of years; From in the mists, forgoten-ness, And sorrow in arrears That’s paid up in a string of hopes And unexpected joys — The voyage is the thing, the rest Is emptiness And noise