In the bright red sky   In the heat of an evening   When only prisoners sleep   She said she couldn't   Come to the garden   See an old man wheel      She said her dreams   What too far to be thought of   As scars too white to view   She said she couldn't   Come to the garden   See a blind man kneel      She sailed away   To a blue horizon   In floating thoughts she'd sway   She said she couldn't   Come to the garden   See an old man pray      She wished them luck   As they left on their journey   Maybe she'd join them soon   But she lost her grip   At the tip of life's finger   Went home and worshipped the moon