Oh, make the future small Like the painting we saw of St. Francis And there was, far away, a background city We only found it with magnifiers and light And I do wish the future was like that Don't I know it? Oh, I will not move on I'll be here on the lawn In the same coat I have had Although I ask that I Could correct every time Of mistake and every regret And there's so much that I haven't yet Don't I know it? And in the background of St. Francis There were rivers Spires, a long way off We could not really See them very well I want to be beside you Through all these things Cannot I want to keep this future From such closer measure Cannot very well