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from the darkness to a seed of light
from a garden to a sheet of ice
i feel you move in every sunrise
in the trembling of the leaves
this is how i know you're near me
from the ashes of a broken home
i sent a message to the great unknown
and through the music on the radio
you came to set me free
this is how i know you hear me
this is how i know our trials are not in vain
this is how i know we'll rise and love again
this is how i know
from a moment to a sea of days
from an ocean to a single wave
out of nothing came the miracle
that loved us into being
this is how i know it will be
this is how i know
this is how i know
this is how i know it will be
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wonder of wonders our eyes behold
this scaffold of stars but look under for truth be told
we're leaving a scar on everything we've found
and we're going into town for one last round one last round
if all that glitters is not gold
should our rainbow's end be just the winter cruel and cold
of our discontent my friends we're trouble bound
yet we're going into town for one last round one last round one last round
and it's the children who have yet to come who'll have to pay our tab
what kind of world will we have left for them the odds now will be stacked
we've all the wisdom our minds can hold
but no common sense all the live long day the joke
was at our own expense we've drained our bottles down
and we're going into town for one last round one last round one last round
yes we're going into town for one last round one last round one last round
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with the graceful and grotesque the morning rings
hear the garbage truck roll by hear the birds begin to sing
their song of love and praise and may their happy sound
be strong enough to raise our spirits off the ground
or love don't stand a ghost of a chance
i'm on the trail of a storm and everywhere i look
appear the ones that life has torn like pages from a book
left to soldier on no shoulder for to lean
i'd be lost without a song but if your love wasn't there for me
i just wouldn't stand a ghost of a chance
from where i sit there's too many eyes crying tears
too many lives living in fear wondering where their sweet dreams have all gone
too many hands stirring the pot in a land
of haves and have nots all wondering why it's all gone wrong
now as the ballet and burlesque commence to play
give to me the strength to act and not look the other way
for there's a war outside can't take it lying down
got to look it in the eye we've got to stand our ground
or love don't stand a ghost of a chance
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i will keep you in my thoughts my darling thoughts and prayers
i will take you in my heart my darling everywhere
in my dreams i've been searching for that door
of which i'm certain leads to yours
that forevermore you'll keep me in your thoughts and prayers
from the privileged to the poor my darling thoughts and prayers
for the children of the war my darling everywhere
to the mind that the light of peace may dawn
till that blessed morning comes
shining like the sun i'll send you all my thoughts and prayers
to the sky beyond the sky my darling thoughts and prayers
through the struggle and the strife my darling everywhere
as we tend to this garden of our soul
that someday we might be whole
till i make it home i'll send you all my thoughts and prayers
and keep you in my thoughts and prayers
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as i try to be the man for her
far across the sea and land for her
for deep within my blood is sand until
i drink what makes me mad for her
she's my brandy alexander
always gets me into trouble
but that's another matter
my brandy alexander
why do i thirst for all the worst again?
is it my addiction to this curse within?
as silently i must confess this sin
tastes better after juice and gin
she's my brandy alexander
always gets me into trouble
but that's another matter
oh that's another matter
it goes down easy
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with my free hand i'll flag it down this oncoming day
i'll hitch a ride far from this town and be on my way
in this world of beginners singled out their faces unknown
these saints and these sinners agendas of their own
all travelling alone
from the dreams at hand there's no divorce in sickness and in health
it's a fever that must run its course before you are well
for worse or for better whichever way the wind may blow
we're in this together with hang ups of our own
we're travelling alone
for worse or for better we've set out on that road
it's one on one you and your soul and nobody else
just look around this train is full of folks who keep to themselves
these faces in windows heading out for places unknown
though lives intermingle our thoughts are left to roam
all travelling alone
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of all the virtues known to man
patience is one i understand
it's in the coming through the coming through
where it pays off in the end
we've all been distracted by the unreal
told to take shortcuts sold to make deals
but it's in the coming through the coming through
where a true heart is revealed
i can't give up on all these poor helpless dreams
for what have they got if they don't have me
poor helpless dreams
got to face up to my responsibilities
no they don't have much they're counting on me
poor helpless dreams
they'll not desert you so don't you cry
it's not some heroic sacrifice
baby it's nothing new it's nothing new
but it can get you though your life
and though a dream may seem aloof
your heart runs on faith your mind on proof
but it's in the coming true the coming true
where they're finally introduced
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since i lost her love
seems i've lost my balance
i have no soft place to fall
one could say i'm having a hard time
well the morning's rough
and the night's a challenge
as life grinds to a halt
in this way i'm having a hard time
in dreams i walk beside her
the dawn comes and i'm on my own
where i used to laugh
now i find no humour
wish i knew what to say
stuck am i between a rock and a hard time
since i lost her love
seems i've lost my balance
there's no soft voice to call
one could say i'm having a hard time
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lord if you will lend me your ear
it seems like this old world's beyond repair
but tell me does it have to be
can we summon the will come up with the faith
there are those who say we haven't got a prayer
nor have we the strength to bear
this impossible world
death if you will give me your hand
for there are some things i'll never understand
could someone explain to me
how many lives how many tears must fall
before we learn we're going nowhere
not unless we learn to share
this impossible world
is that a tear in the eye of the storm
a hint of fear in the relative calm
it appears all attempts to feel so safe and warm
are all in vain
when i was a child i opened my eyes
and beheld a world of possibility
though now all there seems to be
is an impossible world
still there's a song that i sing in my heart
there's a light that i see in the dark
and a voice that has softly whispered to my soul
do not be afraid
lord if you will lend me your ear
it seems like this old world's beyond repair
oh tell me does it have to be
such an impossible world
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well the sun came shining through my cell
a book lies open upon my shelf
but i'm afraid i've lost the thread
can't seem to raise myself from bed today
this whirlwind prisoner i've locked away
is blowing crazy around his cage
if i surrender to his cries
would you pretend you don't recognize me?
from way back when i'm the same boy that you knew then
i just want to be chased by love embraced by love
just like you
just like you
i feel these chains of freedom chains of trust
chains of mystery surrounding us
but i know you and you know me
you're not mistaken i'm the one you think you see
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above the noise i hear the bells
they ring of poison in the well
and death to all things real
best walk away before they make us kneel
like the morning sun rising o'er the hill
i know it could be brighter still
though you feel loss never fear 'cause
it'll be brighter still
i know it will
for love has whistled down the wind
just like the whisper of a friend
giving breath to all our fears
to laugh away our sorrow and our tears
like the pale moon before the darkness spills
i know it could be brighter still
on the sea tossed baby fear not
it'll be brighter still
i know it will
brighter still
brighter
brighter
all the shadows in the night
when i see them in the light
i don't feel so ill at ease
i can feel my love breathe
i feel her breathe
if there's a mansion in the sky
if there's a candle in the night
we'll see its pale light trying
to illuminate tomorrow in our minds
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golden summer days how they seem to fly
yet somehow leave a trace of a sad goodbye
as sweet as sorrow salty as a tear
we'll greet tomorrow and we'll face our fears
your love is music to my ears
and when october comes with his hair all greying
it's then i'm overcome to hear those children playing
of recess and schoolyards i've memories so clear
and when this old heart just longs to disappear
their laughter's music to my ears
and it's music to my soul
the way you understand
the way you take my hand
and as the world offs its winter clothes all will come to life
as the trees and flowers know now's the only time
the bells are ringing they're ringing in the square
the birds are singing they're singing out so clear
their song is music to my ears
it's music to my ears
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