Where will you be

Where will you Be

A first glimpsed startled footstep, A dewy dawn at daybreak,

A scattered ray of sunshine split with light,

A fresh awakening of a precious age, A sign that night continues into day,

This creature life his warmth inspires, Through countless minions he has tried to make us love.

Spoken words are it is time to try again, To help us see the way of him of whom is spoken.

Where will you be the last time that I saw you,

So the Golden Age is born,

Where will you be the last time than I saw you,

So the veil of time is torn.

High sun sears the sky with light, Breaking shores reflect its gleaming white,

As a swallow soars the dawn, To kiss the sun as one who hasn't risen for ten thousand years.

Spangled through bright sunlight to a teaming stream,

As a figure bathed and swathed in robes of a dream met my gaze,

Surrounded by the sight of something strange.

Then came the cry.

Where will you be the last time that I saw you,

So the Golden Age is born,

Where will you be the last time than I saw you,

So the veil of time is torn.

So though our lifetimes have been spent pursuing everything,

It's all within us to be found.

Where will you be, where will you be, where will you be,

where will you be, where will you be, where will you be

Where he comes from nobody knows,

And where he goes to nobody goes.

Where he comes from nobody knows,

And where he goes to nobody goes.

So though our lifetimes have been spent pursuing everything,

It's all within us to be found.

Where will you be the last time than I saw you,

This time around.

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The Band: Chris Schmitt and Matt Barrios

This song asks a question that is intentionally framed in mixed tenses. Part of the idea I had was that we often don't know where we will be the last time that we see someone. It's often not until much later that we realize we will not see them again; that we have seen them for the last time. We then only have the memory of that moment. Primarily however this is a song of hope rather than despair. Though we may live a thousand lives of men, there is no greater knowledge that we can experience, than that which lies within us, to be experienced now, today, at this very moment, if we only know how to turn our senses inwards, to step beyond the threshold and see beyond the trembling of the veil, to know the Truth.

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