Capo 3
Mean while back in the year one,--When you belonged to no one.
You didn't stand a chance, son,--If your pants were undone.
Cause you were bred for humanity and sold to society,
One day you'll wake up, in the Present Day,
A million generations removed from expectations
Of being who you really want to be.
Skating away, skating away, skating away,
On the thin ice of the new day, ay e ay ay ay ! Ay ay ay ay !
So as you push off from the shore, won't you turn your head once more
and make your peace with everyone?
For those who choose to stay, will live just one more day,
to do the things they should have done.
And as you cross the wilderness, spinning in your emptiness,
you feel you have to pray.
Looking for a sign that the Universal Minds
Has written you into their Passion Play.
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And as you cross the circle line, well the ice-wall creaks behind,
you're a rabbit on the run.
And the silver splinters fly in the corner of your eye
shining in the setting sun
Well, do you ever get the feeling that the stories too damn real,
and in the present tense?
Or that everybody's on the stage, and it seems like you're the
only, person sitting in the audience.
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