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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 ar moving
Into night
Try sleeping with the dancers in your room
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 ar moving  Into night  Try sleeping with the dancers in your room