Take in the air and hold it in and strike a lucky match my friend
In this bone yard of decay another match might come your way
Investigate the curtained stage
Until you’ve recognized that you’ve become the rage.

I’m not riding on your gown
Until we’ve reached the outskirts of town
To pitch the tents and start again, the menagerie is wearing thin
Before you lock away the key, the tell tale signs are cast here...

All around this town
Decorate until you negate yourself
Over under and sideways down
To take the leap that turns this thief into a painted clown.

You’re swapping stories of your past to reinvent yourself at last
To pit the power and drain the lake,
to build a thirst that you cannot slake
For what you know and what you will say
Will not remain after today.

Your father’s twisting in the wind and
your mother’s lying in the ground
You're drinking from that fount within and
you don't dare to make a sound
Well take me gently by the hand
And lead me to your promised land...

Where the cooling waters are flowing
To that river of your knowing
To the deep divide that’s going down
To take the leap that turns this thief into a painted clown.

MIKE DRAPER – Electric Guitar
NATHAN HUBBARD – Vibes
JON KANIS – Acoustic Guitars, Lead & Background Vocals
MIKE KENEALLY – Hammond B3 Organ, Electric Piano,
Electric Lead Guitar, Electric Bass Guitar, Background Vocals
BILL RAY – Drums, Percussion
BOB TEDDE –Background Vocals

Music & lyrics by Jon Kanis.