Chris DeGarmo, Geoff Tate)
Behind my eyes
I keep my truth from you.
No one enters
this secret place,
the barrier only I embrace.
Time is fleeting now
they say.
Time to look inside
and face . . . the change.
Dig down deep
to find the man I thought I was.
A dog on the treadmill panting,
the master pulls the leash, laughing.
Now I can't remember why
I needed to run, needed to try so hard.
One more time around
is all I ask for now,
a star to steer by, wind to
take me home again.
"Work hard in life boy,
there's paradise in the end."
Year after year we struggle to gain
the happiness our parents never claimed.
They told us all we had to do
was do what we're told, buy what was sold,
"Invest in gold, and never get old."
One more time around
is all I ask for now,
a star to steer by, wind to
take me home again |