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[Music & Words: Jon Oliva, Paul O'Neill]


The lights come on


The set is down

The curtain's flown away

To all you creatures of the night

I say it's time we play


We'll show you things


That in your life

You'd never dreamed you'd know

So now before the ghosts arrive

It's welcome to the show


Minstrels, kings, explorers

Fantasies on order

Ghosts and dreams awakened

Stories long forsakened


The minstrel and the sorcerer

Are switching their disguise


The jester drinks and starts to think


That he alone is wise


The governor and journalist

Exchange a Judas kiss

And now before the song is done

The plot begins to twist


Ghosts and lost explorers

Fate with all her daughters

Saints and hopeless sinners

Wise men in their winters

Know


Welcome to the show

Welcome to the show

Welcome to the show

Welcome to the show


HIS LIFE WAS NEARLY OVER

AS HE STOOD UPON THE BEACH

THINKING ABOUT DEATH AND THE OCEAN

WHILE STILL SAFELY OUT OF REACH


AND HE HELD THERE IN HIS HAND

A WELL WORN HOURGLASS

AND THOUGH THE SAND WAS STILL INSIDE


SOON THIS TOO WOULD PASS


THEN HE KNELT TO TOUCH THE WATER

WHERE THE WAVES WOULD GENTLY FALL

THINKING HERE I TOUCH THE OCEAN

AND THE OCEAN TOUCHES ALL


FOR FROM A LINE OF COUNTLESS SAILORS

HE WAS THE LAST MAN OF HIS KIND

AND THE WORLD HAD CHANGED AROUND HIM

HE HAD NO MOUNTAINS LEFT TO CLIMB


AND HIS LAST NAME WAS MAGELLAN

A DESCENDANT OF THE SAME


OR SO HE SAID IN LATE NIGHT BARS


THOUGH FEW BELIEVED HIS CLAIM


AND SO HE NOW TALKED WITH THE OCEAN

AS HE HAD OFTEN DONE BEFORE

BUT NOW THE WAVES SPOKE BACK TO HIM

AS HE WALKED ALONG THE SHORE


FOR EIGHTY YEARS PLUS SEVEN

HE HAD BEEN UPON THIS EARTH

AND ALL OF THEM BUT EIGHT

HE'D SPENT ON THAT OCEAN SINCE HIS BIRTH


BUT HE WAS NOT THE ONLY ONE

WHO WALKED ALONG THIS COAST

THERE WAS A LADY OLD AND PALE

TO SOME NEARLY A GHOST


SHE HAD ONCE BEEN A GREAT BEAUTY

IT WAS RUMORED IN SOME BARS

WHEN SHE'D LEFT HERE MANY YEARS BEFORE

TO BECOME A MOVIE STAR


BUT EVERY WISH IS NOT TO BE

AH THIS IN TIME SHE LEARNED

AND WHEN HER FINAL CHANCE HAD PASSED

BACK HERE SHE HAD RETURNED


AND EVERYDAY AT SIX O'CLOCK


SHE CAME TO A SMALL CAFE

AND HAD HERSELF A GLASS OF WINE

AND THEN SHE'D WALK AWAY


TO OTHERS SHE WAS GRAY AND OLD

NOT THE BEAUTY SHE'D BEEN BEFORE

BUT IT DID NOT MATTER WHAT SHE WAS

WHAT MATTERED WAS WHAT HE SAW


AND SO FOR NEAR THREE YEARS NOW

HE'D WATCH HER EVERYDAY

AND THOUGH THEY ALWAYS WERE SO CLOSE


HE FELT SO FAR AWAY


FOR HE COULD NEVER QUITE ARRANGE


THE WORDS INSIDE HIS MIND

THAT HE COULD SAY TO MAKE HER STAY

AND HE WAS RUNNING OUT OF TIME


HE COULD NOT FIND THE WORDS TO SAY

TO SUCH A WORK OF DREAMS

AND SO HE WATCHED HER WALK AWAY

AND ALWAYS STAYED UNSEEN