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bridges burning brightly
merging with the shadow
flickering between the lines
stolen moments floating
softly on the air
borne on wings of fire
and climbing higher

ancient bonds are breaking
leaving all and changing sides
dreaming of a new day
cast aside the other way
magic vision stirring
kindled by the burning flames
lie in her eyes

the doorway stands ajar
the walls that once were high
beyond the gilded cage
beyond the reach of time
the moment is at hand
she breaks the golden band 
				

come on my friends let's make for the hills
they say there's gold but I'm looking for thrills
you can get your hands on whatever we find
'cause I'm only coming along for the ride

well you go on your way
I'll go mine
I don't care if we get there on time
everybody's searching for something they say
I'll get my kicks on the way

over the mountains across the sea
who knows what will be waiting for me
I could sail forever to strange sounding names
faces of people and places don't change

all I have to do is just close my eyes
to see the sea gulls wheeling in the far distant skies
all I wanna to tell you all I wanna say
is count me in on the journey don't expect me to stay 
				

heaven sent the promised land
looks alright from where I stand
'cause I'm the man
on the outside looking in
waiting on the first step
show where the key is kept
point me down the right line
because it's time

to let me in from the cold
turn my lead into gold
'cause there's chill wind
blowing in my soul
and I think I'm growing old

flash the readies... wots...uh deal
got to make to the next meal
try to keep up with the turning of the wheel
mile after mile stone after stone
you turn to speak but you're alone
a million miles from home you're on your own

so let me in from the cold
turn my lead into gold
'cause there's chill wind blowing in my soul
and I think I'm growing old

fire bright by candlelight
with her by my side
if she prefers we may never stir again
someone sent the promised land
well I grabbed it with both hands
now I'm the man
on the inside looking out

hear me shout come on in
what's the news where you've been
cause there's no wind left in my soul
and I've grown old 
				

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you shout in your sleep
perhaps the price is just too steep
is your conscience at rest
if once put to the test
you awake with a start
to just the beating of your heart
just one man beneath the sky
just two ears just two eyes

you set sail across the sea
of long past thoughts and memories
childhood's end your fantasies
merge with harsh realities
and then as the sail is hoist
you find your eyes are growing moist
and all the fears never voiced
say you have to make the final choice

who are you and who am I
to say we know the reason why
some are born some men die
beneath one infinite sky
there'll be war there'll be peace
but everything one day will cease
all the iron turned to rust
all the proud men turned to dust
and so all things time will mend
so this song will end 
				

one two free four

the memories of a man in his old age
are the deeds of a man in his prime
you shuffle in gloom of the sick room
and talk to yourself as you die

life is a short warm moment
and death is a long cold rest
you get your chance to try
in the twinkling of an eye
eighty years with luck or even less

so all aboard for the american tour
and maybe you'll make it to the top
but mind how you go
and I can tell you 'cos I know
you may find it hard to get off

but you are the angel of death
and I am the dead man's son
he was buried like a mole in a fox-hole
and everyone's still on the run

and who is the master of fox hounds
and who says the hunt has begun
and who calls the tune in the courtroom
and who beats the funeral drum

the memories of a man in his old age
are the deeds of a man in his prime
you shuffle in gloom in the sickroom
and talk to yourself til you die 
				

stay
and help me to end the day
and if you don't mind
we'll break a bottle of wine
stick around
and maybe we'll put one down
'cause I wanna find
what lies behind those eyes
midnight blue burning gold
a yellow moon is growing cold

I rise
looking through my morning eyes
surprised
to find you by my side
rack my brain
to try to remember your name
to find the words
to tell you goodbye
morning dews newborn day
midnight blue turn to gray

midnight blue burning gold
a yellow moon is growing cold 
				

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