In the hour of least sunlight  In the springtime, the time between day and night  Paint peels perfection with rainbows of light  I listen to the wise man and I follow his sight  I listen to the wise man and I follow his sight  In the darkest hour, when the night turns to day  The dark before the dawn, as Dylan once did say  Surreal sanctuary scenes play day by day  I listen to the wise man and what he did say  I listen to the wise man and what he did say  He said, time has no meaning, if your poor  Now money is no means in which to open the door  Moment by moment  Day by day  try so hard but you just can't stay  In the end  In the end  In the end  In the end  Now in the hour right before I lay  I sit and recourse the events of my day  Entire entities envelope the process of the weight  I listen to the wise ones and I shape my fate  I listen to the wise ones and I shape my fate  Weight so strong like the tide or the moon  you can feel the pressure  Surrender to your knees soon  Live oak livin, livin in my backyard  I listen to the wise man and I listen hard  I listen to the wise man and I listen so hard  He said, time has no meaning, if your poor  Now money is no means in which to open the door  Moment by moment  Day by day  try so hard but you just can't stay  In the end  In the end  In the end  In the end