I've been out the back of the wrongside of tomorrow
And I've gotten back what I beg, steal or borrow
And although I might lack the eyes to see through sorrow
When my tears dry, where they lead I must follow
And nature cried in the heartland of the sun
The creator tried to bury what he had begun
But bring forth Mary, bring back Jesus the son
And all of those quarries of moon rock by the ton
They fill up my stocking, they go knocking at my door
They slide down the bannister, of the memories of before
And pull open the cannister, the rocket ship that endures
Through space I'm now the traveller to a love I adore
I see her in the gardens, in the pearly realms
Where queens walk in the park under the boughs of Elms
And who knew their shoulder sparks would hold tight the helm
As the nation's ship goes sailing, though darkness overwhelms
She is my Captain, I am her slave
And as we go sailing through disaster, I try to master each wave
But if someone throws me a lifeline, I know it's myself I must save
And in the process rescue all my hopes and dreams from the grave
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