they promised her a pocketful of fairy tales
an ordinary future through a rain of endless dust
his first felt moments melt themselves into dreams
locked away forever, let the sandman set them free
could he walk as tall as other men?
his tired mind had fallen to a place held in the past
numbers were like bread to him , a walk in the park on sunday
a genius in agency
walked the long, thin line between hero and fallacy
taking his words so free
all the while, he's carrying a light along the way
to brighten all around him, though darkness veils the day
unbeknownst to him he's crawling through the haze
forty years had come and gone away
temporarily clutching to the colors of blue and gray
keeping records of all he's said and done
an idiot savant in everyone else's eyes
would you ever pray for me? or carry my bags for me?
i've always been there for you.
i've walked the thin line between hero and fallacy
you've been taking my words so free. would i call for them?
to follow my road, you'd last not long my friend
could i be wrong?
i'll have the last laugh on you today.
i'll walk on your heels as you're walking away
a long time ago i wouldn't have traveled so far
keep your eyes on the past and watch me walk through that door
too young to feel , too blind to look the other way
while i had gently fallen, i also thrust myself free
yes, i set myself free. if i could be anywhere, i would be everywhere
too many words these days have hallowed and turned our heads
much like the false illusions that burned our minds into red
they borrowed our dreams and paid us back with lies.
so we set our course for fields untouched by hands
bearing our children down from morning into the night
words could only tell a story two days wide
could we have stumbled into fate? for us it's a mystery
our shadows showing up too late, again
again it appeared our hearts were in his hands
the colors of blue and green had melted across the land
we'd started again, a story two days wide
had we just stumbled onto fate? and for them it's a mystery
our stories coming on too late, again
so we set our sights on london and we called upon the battle brigade
as our hungry horses tired our feet cold feel their burning cascade
could we hold ourselves together, and land up on our feet upright?
the trail was angry, cold and ruthless abandoning all we had to fight
this was the path we had grade. it was ground that we'd laid
it was the battle we'd made. it was our life on this day.
all out of reach, the gold slipped through our hands
setting a course for emeralds in the sand
taking a stone and folding into dust
words falling parallel and emptying out as such
in an effort to achieve all we felt was right
bookmarked in a chapter of leafless binding in white
our tales put us to bed at night
a path full of hope underscored and full of destiny
crowded our insights to live within our dreams
and act on instinct alone ... believing our sons would come home
so we stumbled into town to see what was the matter
only to find a sea of disaster with imaginary friends
and imaginary creatures, the constable had come to us and said
Life hangs now before me,
Some faint and hollow dream.
Things I may remember,
And some I haven't seen.
Chivalry and valor,
Have gone the way of pride.
The tide is slowly turning,
And there's nowhere left to hide.
My thought turns to the common man,
The lights gone from their eyes.
Beneath their tattered robes,
They hide the pieces of their lives.
The time has changed from magic,
To a world of human ways.
An old magician wrings his hands,
And begs for yesterday.
Pull the knife out slowly Lord;
Let me join your alibi.
With Godliness on our side,
Surely we can't tell a lie.
Pull the knife out slowly Lord;
Let me revel in your pain.
The sacrifice of progress,
Will destroy all that remains...
The sounds that still remind me,
Of the voices of the past;
The wind that blows behind me,
And the shattering of glass.
The days are surely numbered,
And the hours growing long.
The echoes fade behind me,
Like some old forgotten song.
Pull the knife out slowly Lord;
Let me join your alibi.
With Godliness on our side,
Surely we can't tell a lie.
Pull the knife out slowly Lord;
Let me revel in your pain.
The sacrifice of progress,
Will destroy all that remains...
Days gone by forgotten,
In ageless books and plays.
The values of the ancients,
Elude us to this day.
A final word of warning,
From the ashes of the past.
What is put up in a hurry,
Can surely never last.
Pull the knife out slowly Lord;
Let me join your alibi.
With Godliness on our side,
Surely we can't tell a lie.
Pull the knife out slowly Lord;
Let me revel in your pain.
The sacrifice of progress,
clouds roll under thunder, skies swell to the cold
indian rain hides my teardrops. how many rainbows can you hold?
why do we always question the innocence of home?
all the while they hold my boundaries, makin my way across your plain.
wide awake come monday morning, clouded images on hold
feeling the scrapes from other torment, facing the day across the grain
i see you've made the race, welcome to the room
a name without a face to hide within the womb
you've waited all of this time and followed me through my years
and now a guest in my place, i'll promise you the moon
though your body may be cold, burning fast is your soul
rest assured you're not alone, never try this on your own.
i see it in the eyes of people. that walk past me everyday
all the while they're cold, they just turn away
somewhere out on the ocean, the sea that keeps the stars in the sky
(we're) all alone
and time before time, we were amazed by what we've done
no thoughts will come over you, or make you feel inclined to
make changes to better you, just look away
didn't i tell you i was part in that? just another enigma in friday's sobriquet
a stranger in waiting, tomorrow's letters kept
didn't i tell you i never knew her name
i see you've joined the race welcome to the room
a name without a place to hide within the womb
you've waited all of this time i've followed you through the years
and now my time has come to introduce the moon
hear the cries across the counties, calling children to their homes
indian rain they hide the teardrops, of every warrior that comes home
wide awake on sunday morning, to witness their arms stretched as one
towards the heavens they lift their teardrops, sending one of the family to her grave
did you ever think to call, before closing the gate?
and now you land on my door
shedding your light on my doorway, and locking away my tears
wash away my tears.
you've got them thinking you were a star, the one god had sent to you
promising them a better way.
shine your light on my doorway, and make better all the years
Oh, I remember,
When I first saw your eyes.
Not for me to hold,
For fear that I might break you.
I knew right then and there,
That you were the one,
To carry on the name for me.
Carry on the family.
But then the soldiers came.
They put the house in flames,
And sent us to the hills.
Your mother died protecting you,
She fell screaming my name,
And when it's late at night,
Before the morning light,
I wake at every sound.
I've got to get you through somehow,
It can't go on raining forever...
As the dawn breaks,
The border is ahead.
Just past the horizon.
I think that we might make it.
But it's not for me to know,
What's on the other side.
Stopped in my tracks,
By a child's gun...
cigarettes were the fragrance of another space in time
a trigger in his pocket and a tongue so full of rhyme
it's useless now to think he's got it all free and figured out
you can tell by his breath he's a social outcast without a doubt
could i be wrong without a doubt?
it was a heat-thick charity moment so they drummed into my head
an irony of catastrophe in my mind they'd beat me dead
they had me cross examined so thoroughly, had me dug down deep in my seat
breathing accusations of anhilation, in my soul i knew the deal
his mother said, "why do you walk the way your father did?"
"well, tonight you'll be sittin' here dreaming with the lights on"
another fourteen years in the pen, i had landed on my way
no possibility of parole or a drink at the ranger's chalet
the way i see it i saw nothing, asleep in my keep
incriminating myself awful, i was trying everything
his mother said, "don't you walk the way your father did"
