Scrimshaw
The Original Band
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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