For my genx brothers and sisters, our time is here.
We cannot be beat.
Some know who the “spiritual advisers” are, so easy to find the tentacles after that.
“The revolution we’ve always feared is here..”
For the Captain.
Long road brought us here fren, much to do.
Which reminds me, gotta get at it.
“Up and at ‘em”
Can you remember remember my name
As I flow through your life
A thousand oceans I have flown
And cold, cold spirits of ice
All my life
I am the echo of your past
I am returning the echo of a point in time
And distant faces shine
A thousand warriors I have known
And laughing as the spirits appear
All your life
Shadows of another day
And if you hear me talking on the wind
You've got to understand
We must remain
Perfect strangers
I know I must remain inside this silent well of sorrow
A strand of silver hanging through the sky
Touching more than you see
The voice of ages in your mind
Is aching with the dead of the night
Precious life, your tears are lost in falling rain
And if you hear me talking on the wind
You've got to understand
We must remain
Perfect strangers