Lyrics Like Orpheus and Lot's Wife - Deborah Stokol

Like Orpheus, I wander that old path
I wonder how to get them back
They follow, and I must not look behind my shoulder
I hear their footfalls in the back

There will be Time to get to know each other again
There will be Time for our Tales
We go back Home, that worn down stone
I wonder which way back is Home

There is a Way; the Path is known to some
But I can't find the zig zags I left behind
I was a child, but I knew the Way much better then
The kids back Home, they always seem to know

It only comes once
We heard it then, but we Know it now
It only comes once
Say it with me

I miss It now
But I knew it was Time
I knew the Time had come
For It to be

And the sun dial shadow leads
To the point of no return
And each grain inside the glass
Falls at last

And the pendulum swings
On a pyramid that sings
And each abacus bead
Adds to this

Old Lot's Wife (Oh, I wish she'd got a Name)
Until too late
She didn't know
She'd lost the game

It is no crime
For her to have looked behind her shoulder
Her city's people
Lay aflame

We hold up pages for our spectacles to read
The spectacle lies in the storyline
The ink has dried; the hero has died

But it's all plain for me to sing
I guess, perhaps, that's just the thing
You'll hold the bells
For me to ring