Sun comes up, it's Tuesday morning. Hits me straight in the eye. Guess you forgot to close the blind last night. Oh, that's right, I forgot it was me.
Stars of our stars. Dreams of my dreams. You come to me. Singing 'The Stars Of Our Stars'. . The stars of our stars. Come up the first day. The moon did set, the sun comes up.
Speaking confidentially. the fire that burnt inside of me. has turned to ash the tortured tree. that grows beside the anguished sea. Speaking confidentially.
One foot strands before the crib. the other by the casket. A question formed upon stilled lips. is passed on but never asked. . I guess I believe that there's a point.
I've been told that it's just the way life goes.. Once the wildest river is now a trickle to the sea.. The peak we risk our lives to scale becomes dirt beneath our feet..
Jesus was a carpenter he died nailed to a wooden cross.. Irony oh irony upon me it is never lost.. . Gather 'round now people, I'm here to tell a tale.
Haven't seen the sun for seven days. November's got her nails dug in deep. Haven't seen my son for seven years. and the chances are we'll never again meet.