Cold Rain Screaming Trees

I walk in cold rain
With my telescope in my hand
I had to go 27,000 miles with this cane
Now it's broken into pieces
And so little time remains

I hear these voices in the air
And I know they're just repeating
The language of the land
And the sky that I survey

I'm reciting all the verses
Praying straight from a book beside my bed
It's different now I'm here
Every question's coming dead

Yeah, I've gone so many places
That I don't know where I'm at
Came right out of the story
And now I can't come back

And these voices lead me on
But I know they're just repeating
The language of the land
And the sky that I survey
Everywhere I have to go
Is so very far away, away
Yeah, so far away - too far away