The ducky took a waddle through the forest,
To find a place that was quiet,
He met a crying shadow in the moonlight,
A river flowed by it,

He told him that he never saw the city,
That glowed each night in the distance,
The shadow turned around and ate a mirror,
And I haven't seen him since,

A hundred years went by,
The sun ran through the sky,
And the rest, well,
We know how it ends,

The city reached the sky,
They found a reason why,
And the train came,
And took us all away,
Into a whole 'nother kind of day,

And then we cried,
When we couldn't find,
After we saw,
All we had to see,
And seeing that the end,
Was just like the beginning,
So, the duck walked back again,

The forest and the trees,
The water and the breeze,
And the wind was crying once again,

The apples in the store,
The boy outside who's bored,
And his mom paid,
And drove the kids away into their home,
The one in which they stayed forever more,

Not how much they're worth,
How much they try,
And should they want to flee,
They'll have to leave a note,
What time they'll be returning,
So the food will be served warm,

"What does it all mean?"
Crying out to me,
I can hardly see,

Ducky turns to you,
Pleading with you,
Begging you to help,
Help him,


The river split apart and looked for answers,
While strange lights shone on the seashore,
The ducky stood awhile and forgave them,
For never knowing more,

He found a dusty mirror in the moonlight,
And peered back into the silence,
He counted all the years that came together,
And I haven't seen him since,

The waves try for the land,
The happiness still stands,
By the same kind of dreams yesterday,

The moon will fall asleep,
The eyes of one will keep,
And the scene stays,
And tries to run away,
With all the eyes,
That took a chance to know what they were for,
And while the word still lingers on the door,
And walks across the floor,
And settles in a chair,
Put there by a stranger,
Who might not understand at all...

The blankets on the roof,
The stars above are proof,
That the clouds dream somewhere far away,

If ever they come down,
They'll make the slightest sound,
As the boat floats,
And takes our dreams away into the sea,
And into what we heard about the war,
And everyone will finally have to see,
That if we want some peace,
We'll have to be prepared,
To do whatever thing we deem,
From all about our dream,

Water crashes down,
High upon the ground,
Do you hear the sound?

Ducky looks again,
One more chance,
To cry out loud,
So, please,
Just one time.