Besedila: Kansas. Somewhere To Elsewhere. The Coming Dawn (thanatopsis).

As the dew turns into frost
There is something that I hope will
not be lost
The leaves will change, they'll start
to fall
I still wonder if it mattered much at
all

When my world starts to fade
I can only hope that every choice I
made
Will endure, and carry on ... into the
coming dawn

The breezes blow, soft clouds drift
by
Like some artists' canvas captured in
my eye
I am sure, I'm holding fast
I am dying for a lifetime that will last
But when my world, starts to fade
I'm still hoping this foundation that I
laid
Will endure, and carry on ... into the
coming dawn
We're so close, yet never touch
Can there be a love that changes me
this much
I can't see, eyes open wide
Yet I'll never doubt you're standing
by my side
When my world, starts to fade
I can only hope that every choice I
made
Will endure, and carry on ... into the
coming dawn