I hear the ticking of the clock Beat out the little lives of men Words can only half reveal And half conceal the soul within One thought leaps into the next Until it finds a voice in speech And drowns the chambers of the heart With all that Love can ever teach We pause: the time is now at hand We enter into the Hinterland Upon the threshold of a thought That is the test, this is the place He that's made is made to die And loss is common to the race In a circle hand-in-hand Subtle thoughts and curious fears Sacred be the flesh and blood That shares the truths we all can feel We pause: the time is now at hand We enter into the Hinterland The ever-flowing homeless sea Into these undiscovered lands Moves by rivers and by streams The dust of continents to be We are more than we can see And other than the things we touch More than pale identity Nothing really matters much We pause: the time is now at hand We enter into the Hinterland