At the end of the trip   Blank and sudden (?) going back    Voyage terminated at long last    Waiting for the high-speed rocket    Take me back to where I know       The ride's not easy, it's not calm    But going back at long last    All the faces, all the voices    Somehow I stay at the back of it all    Watching my body go through the motions    In a slice of time and space       Guess I was there, I surely must have been    It's a simple memory hangs near past (fast?)    But going back at long last    Somehow seems so much more important       Looking through all the events    Clear on out to single points    Where it's quiet and still    At the end of the trip    The world stops       And I can stare at the wood and stone    And the objects of place take on their own life    Nothing's really so different at the end of the voyage    It's all an extension of my thought    All the differences disappear    And a quiet calm floats me in the air