53: CARRIED AWAY

                   

An invisible evening

Is all that’s left of the day.

When it comes to believing

We hang our heads down and pray

We never needed a reason

For us to sing and to play.

We found that it’s open season

On gettin’ carried away.

 

Chasing the only prize, that the paralyzed can sympathize.

We suddenly realize who’s the boss.

 

In the course of a daydream

We need to jump and shout. (hey)

Gettin’ out of the mainstream

Is what it is all about.

They said to call for the torches

To light the way down to hell.

The only ones that it scorches

Are those who buy and who sell.

 

Chasing the only prize, that a pair of eyes cannot despise.

We suddenly realize who’s the boss.

 

Remembering all that we’ve given

We can’t forget what we took.

All those who call this life livin’

Should take another good look.

The monument to this lifetime

Shall be brought down to dust.

For all of those who now feel fine

Can only in themselves trust.

 

Chasing the only prize, that what money buys cannot disguise.

We suddenly realize who’s the boss. (He saves the lost)

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