I met you more than half waynI've gotten closer to the pointnOver the wall and mountain rangenI met you more than half waynDrive the striving, for any attentionnnI picked my nails down to the bonenYour name has carved itself in stonenDug past the black lung cavitiesnI picked my nails till u came homennThere's no changing in what you believe,nonly echoes ring in between the ravinenand we're dreaming this right into realitynnThe reality is dreams are right at our feetnThe reality is dreams are right at our feetn