| (Art Garfunkel)
1. Is it a kind of dream
floating out on the tide,
following the river of death downstream,
oh, is it a dream?
There’s a fog along the horizon,
a strange glow in the sky,
and nobody seems to know where you go.
And what does it mean,
oh, oh, is it a dream?
Bright eyes burning like fire.
Bright eyes, how can you close and fail?
How could the light that burns so brightly
suddenly burn so pale?
2. Is it a kind of shadow
reaching into the night,
wandering over the hills unseen,
or is it a dream?
There’s a high wind in the trees,
a cold sound in the air.
And nobody seems to know where you go.
And where do you start,
oh, oh, into the night
(Refr. x 2)