| Lyrics: | You are, you are,
You are the moment Martha's madman came out of darkness,
You are the
eyeglass of the nearly, nearly blind,
You are the footprint in the sand of Easter
island,
You are the fusion in the furnace of the sun.
I am the captain cried across
the lonely sea,
I am and I'll be what I'll be,
I am the soldier sang across the lonely
field,
I am and I'll do whatever I feel.
You are the time between solar fire and the
silence,
You are the last chord in the symphony of the lost,
You are the sign between the
high road and the low road,
You are the pen in the moving hand of time.
You are the
last post played by the Alamo soldier,
You are a spaceman at the very edge of time,
You are
the single shaft of sunlight in the night time,
You are the coolness in the very heat of the
fire.
You are the moment Martha's madman came out of darkness,
You are the eyeglass of
the nearly, nearly blind,
You are, you are |
