Green Hills (aka Can You Follow?) [#][*]

Hey can you follow, Now that the trace is fainter In the sand Try turning your face to the wall Can you still read me Now that the chase is wilder In your hand Try losing your place in the sun All the praises of the dream Turned to tangles in the trees All yesterday's fine chariots Turned to buses in the street Can you still hear me Now that the songs are moving Into night Try sleeping with the dancers in your room