The doors are closing one by one on a country that’s run dry
The people gaze in wonder at a long-forgotten sky
The great bewildered sun goes down but never says goodbye
We settle down for one more night perchance, to dream or cry

The gates that once stood open are now rusted closed by fear
The keepers of the castle walls no longer seem to care
The air is full of wisdom but no one really knows
We’re all just waiting for that dangerous wind, that never blows

So I call out to the Gods and say, this can’t go on
The road that we are stumbling on is way too long
The band has left the building, the music’s gone
And all that we have left to play is a sad, sad song

The stage is now in darkness, the theatre cold and bare
A sweet and gentle melody still lingers in the air
The sound of strangled voices, echoes in the wings
The crooner who now wears a mask, no longer sings

So I call out to the Gods and say, this can’t go on
The road that we are stumbling down is way too long
The band has left the building, the music’s gone
And all that we have left to play is a sad, sad song

So ancient wind, lead us down the road tonight
Let us feel the power of our burden
Are we at war with something we can’t, see?
Or are we at war for liberty?

So I call out to the Gods and say, this can’t go on
The road that we are stumbling on is way too long
The band has left the building, the music’s gone
And all that we have left to play is a sad, sad song
A sad, sad song
A sad, sad song