there's a light deep in the woods

there's a light deep in the woods
i can hardly walk upright
i will follow anyway

glory days are far behind
no more room left for my kind

i am drained and very weak
no more sunlight from above
she was taken from below

glory days are far behind
no more room left for my kind
glory days are far behind
give me back what once was mine

can you help me?
can you see this through?
where i'm going
will she come home soon?

as i reach out for the door
i am cradled into it
and i see her standing there

glory days are far behind
what happens now to our kind?

wrinkled smile upon her face
beauty doused upon her age
as she dances and she sways:

"far ahead or far behind
we are now, and now's the time
glory days and glory nights
they are yours and they are mine."

can you help me?
can you see this through?
where i'm going
she will come home soon

and he will teach her
and she will teach him, too
flowers blooming
in the afternoon