Sanctuary Lyrics - Singles - Ian Anderson

Dear uncle, sold her into 

Into the purest kind of slavery 

Hood-eyed little middlemen profited 

From damaged goods along the way 

Good angels brought her back 

To a last Nepal summer 

Debased and hollow-faced 

A smile might become her 

Now, she's cozied up, cozied up 

And comforted in the warm flush of September 

Gone before winter, wondering as to might-have-beens 

Somebody's daughter in sanctuary, waiting 

Seen through softer cage of kindness 

Far and further, still away 

From time-warp Victorian zoos 

Where staring ice cream gameboys play 

Big paws, worn claws and swishing tails 

More damaged goods in the market sales 

Too proud for anger, too late for hate 

Resigned in dignity 

Gone before winter, purring might-have-beens 

Somebody's kitten in sanctuary, waiting 

Gone before winter, wondering as to might-have-beens 

Somebody near you in sanctuary, waiting