Weaving, weaving, in and out.
Turn a corner, roundabout.
Purposeless musings,
thought and doubt.
Weaving, weaving, in and out.

Turn the string of words
'round your finger.
While wisps of the past and present
will linger.
Don't dare stop the cries and shouts.
They are just weaving
in and out.

Weave a mask to hide a face
with the web of time and space.
I can help no one, and no one can help me.
Will you retain a sense of what's wealthy?

Unstoppable pauses
unfinished clauses
what they will cause is
beyond you or me.

No more Wizard of Ozzes
No more dizzy plot clauses
No more scattered confusion
running about.
We all are just weaving
in and out.

Weave a carpet
cover the floor
all that's below
is not mine and not yours.

Before you can find
that certain one place,
the lonely detective
will finish your case.

Your name's just a name.
Your face, just a face.

(It will come to goodbye,
your time will run out.
But weaving, still weaving,
In now,
but...)