On different planes of different times
I walk this earth, my head in the sky
Never quite knowing, where when or why

Is it just a coincidence?
Just passing some time?
Or is there a mystery in the divine.

My friends are having children
My grandma´s preparing to die
And as I get in the car, for the long ride home
In emptiness I cry

Throated knotted, my eyes dissolve 
In the blackness of the night
The moon light carries me
Reflecting on different planes of different times

We´re on different planes of different times 
Different planes of different times
Different planes of different times

Houses left, childhood dreams abandoned,
A father I hardly knew
I´ve had a wealth of friends who´ve come and gone
The nakedness of truth

Yet strangely enough I cherish
The black and empty sky and
I know I am walking closer to God
With every painful good-bye

Reflecting on different planes of different times
Different planes of different times
Different planes of different times

© KARA JOHNSTAD
Album | Paths X
Artist | Kara Johnstad