We could take a short trip,
Get away from it all.
Under cedars and stars,
Time would slow to a crawl
As I tell you tall tales, about constellations
I've never, ever seen,
And the cedars would echo them up to the stars,
And they'd laugh in spite of me,
And they'd laugh in spite of me.

So inside me I'd laugh,
Just in echo again.
Under cedars and stars,
You would turn to me then,
And you'd sing to me, soft, about revelation,
And what I'm meant to be,
And the cedars would echo it up to the stars,
And they'd laugh, in spite of me.

I stand unmanned, and I see that I'm
So behind all I should have been by now,
I stand unarmed, and wait
For the stars to mock me, or the horns of heaven to sound.

And should they sound, well that could guide me,
But if it's laughter, promise you'll hide me,
'Cause I stand... unmanned...unmanned.

So let's run and hide...
Maybe I can dissolve.
Under cedars and stars,
I'll win back my resolve...
So sing to me, soft, about revelation,
And what I'm meant to be,
And the cedars will echo it up to the stars,
And they'll laugh, in spite of me.