When ageing was a sin and the glass half-full to the brim
When visions were so high and so much time to fly
It's time to leave the town and the bridge is a book of the times
Her face, in all its grace
and the shape of things to come
But it showed all too well she had a prudish manner

There's no revolution that's not inherited from elders
When you're gone you'll come back here in time
Everywhere I look I see reluctance
Every brick they know are finite to their books
There's so much to know, it'll take an aeon
And yet they stick to words to squeeze into their lives
Freedom, peace and stuff
How nice of you you care

Reality will bite but if you never try
you'll never find how much the truth is in there
Much easier to sing one another's song
We all agree upon the shallow rights
But how many see the ground it's built upon?
They know what's wrong
The boat will slide along

I'm jumping off and baby, I dare you too
Will you change or will you conclude?
Your words can tell but never will they change the spell
The fight is on but all they do is yelling
The readers know but if they don't apply
they'll stand and fall in fear and ever wonder why

The winners write, the losers read
(They win the history - They lose their dignity)
Are there any cries to heed?
I'm looking for wherever all the warriors gone
Who believed in fighting all wrong
but will you ever endure?


II: THE TOPOLOGY OF HOMEWARD BOUND HEROES


Hail your heroes and your old time roots
Bona fide old fools, did you get your change?

Steal your heroes from your old time books
Bona fide old kooks, did you get your way?

Drop your heroes and your old time ghouls
Bona fide old fools, never get your change

Feed your heroes with your old time rules
Bona fide old fools, will you ever change?

Seed your heroes from your old time soil
Bona fide old spoiling of future change

Rape your heroes in the old night time
Bona fide old crime to interpret wrong

Heed your heroes and their old time calls
Bona fide old walls which you'll never break

Feel your heroes in you own divine
bona fide old mind in your quest for change

Call on heroes if you're in distress
Bona fide old mess where noone will change


Wake your heroes in the morning light
Bona fide old fight for a way to change

Kill your heroes when the deed is done
Underneath the sun noone ever will change