Thirteen valleys; he has wandered for her love. For he thinks he is the one that she dreams of. But her bed was made elsewhere. From the first day she got there.
If we could fly. In the dreaming of dreams. And you came to me. I would welcome you in. . But now I'm awake. In the dark on my own. With nothing to read.
-----------------------. Just as one life turns from birth. Just as the ring finds its worth. Just as the leaf turns to gold. So you and I will be sold.
If beauty is an ecstasy and anger keeps you poor. A hungry man is never free, a rich man never cured. Things were never what they used to be. Now every crowd has its silver lining, we all got stuff to sell.
Heave lads, an audience awaits. Heave lads, the final scene is set. Heave lads, curtains clear the debt. Waiting in empty halls. Smiling between the walls.
The seas turning black. The sky turning red. And someone talking in my bed. I know I've got to chase the devil tonight. For the time is here. But the way, way is long.
The autumn howled around the heads. That hung so slack, with lips so red. The blooms had withered leaves were shed. Tongues stuck in jaws sad clowns parade.
The mid-day sky was grey and purple. At least it wasn't blue. I want the sky to be the way I am. And what I do. For I have been a lost and lonely. Sailor on your sea.
A skyhole here, the sun's let in. It melts the ice, it melts my skin. The oceans rise, the lands recede. Cities crumble, vermin feed. . We will all go together when we go, when we go.
Bad weather gathers all along the coast. When the storm clouds gather. And my blood runs cold. If we can't go further. When we get to the shore. Then we have to turn around.
I forget how it started. But everyone knew of the cause. Hard out of the sun with a vengeance. And all was then lost. . They crawled into homes. And yet all of the old ways were gone.
Now we play our final hand. Move in closer, understand. This time like never before. Only the black queen scores. A card so high and so wild. We should burn it.
[Written by Blue Oyster Cult]. . All our times have come. Here but now they're gone. Seasons don't fear the reaper. Nor do the wind, the sun or the rain.
There may be trouble ahead. There may be light in the distance. It may be something you said. Maybe my lack of resistance. It took you so long to be young.
There's only seconds of your life. That really count for anything. All the rest is killing time. Waiting for a train. . Come the revelation brother. I was sitting by myself.
I came upon a child of God. He was walking along the road. When I asked him, where are you going. This he told me. I'm going down to Yasgur's farm. Gonna join a rock and roll band.
Down at the corner store. Never busy any more. He's in the back room talking pie. In there all by himself. Counting bugs up on the shelf. Watching the window fill with flies.
The stories of the world are sung. In places that were never young. I have counted every one. . All the clouds will come to you. So the sun never comes through.
If you could feel how I must feel. The winds of quiet change. If you could see what I must see. Still hidden in the rain. But when the thunder rolls. It comes and covers up my soul.
Cathy came home and no one cared. Even her friends were unaware. That? s how it is when they lose track. I always say hey don? t look back. Lassie got loose and made it home.