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 door 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.
THE GOLD IT'S IN THE...
Come on, my friends, let's make
for the hills.
They say there's gold and 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 onyour way,
And 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 may 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 seagulls wheeling on those far distant skies.
All I want to tell you all I want to say
Is count me in on the journey
Don't expect me to stay.
WOTS...UH THE DEAL
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 me where the key is kept
Point me down the right line 'cause 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 itto 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
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
And if she prefers we need 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
MUDMEN
Instrumental
CHILDHOOD'S END
You shout in your sleep.
Perhaps the price was just too steap.
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 skies,
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 and there'll be peace.
But everything one day will cease.
All the iron turned to rust
All the proud men turned to dust.
So all things time will mend.
So this song will end.
FREE FOUR
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 sickroom
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 foxhounds
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 as you die.
STAY
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 want to 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 and try to remember your name
To find the words to tell you goodbye.
Morning dues new born day.
Midnight blue turned to gray.
Midnight blue burning gold.
A yellow moon is growing cold.
