Screws come loose over the Canyons

The master plan all torn to shreds

signed sealed and delivered, in an

old man's bed.....


Always showing, never knowing what the clock tick

Gnaws away

Always knowing, never showing, that you can't fix

a broken day

put your eyes on, put your eyes on, put your eyes on and

Turn off the light


The shadowfall fades to black


If the voices of shagri-la are to call

May I sit here with you and wait

A Beauty not forgotten in an

old man's head"