You can talk about your future
You can talk about your palns
All your talk is never ending
If you will not lend your hands
As a child I was imparted
With many riches green and gold
In the Sundays playing records
And in the stories being told
We must pass it on
It answered through the inquisiton
And it suffered through the plagues
It survive all those years of Penal Law
Will it survive our new ways
Teach them to ride our winged horses
Pass them down the silver reins
Hope tomorrow finds a refuge
In the song of yesterday
There are those who never made it
Though the veil of history
O' they never were related
O' we never sowed the seeds
But our song will now surrender
And our heros will not die
And our rythm won't be taken
And out story will not lie
We must pass it on
The Paper is signed, the white flag is waving
And The victor is rulin'
o'er a city is ruins
Not the dangerous ones
Only 3 innocent sons
Now they're dancing to history's tune
Remember the graves of all the young martyrs
Like one long ago
On a dark bridge in Toome
But the Dangerous Ones
With their five bombs and guns
Are just marching to history's tune
Come on Mister Sandman
Come lull us to sleep
For our eyes are all closed
Under this blood-red moon
And the dangerous ones
Are now raising their sons
All marching to history's tune
And the paper is signed
The white flag is waving
And the victor is rulin'
O'er a city in ruins
Not the Dangerous Ones
Only 3 innocent sons
Now they're dancing to history's tune
William waits
Scanning the sky of a shotting star
And he
Stands at the gate
Saves every wish for her to make
And William dreams
His heart convinced his head of the fansity
When she says
Can you make me see
Just how much you mean to me
~Chorus~
And he says I am
Your Everyman
I am the one who waits for you
And he says I am
Your Everyman
Tell me what else can I do
She takes the stand
Accused of slamming in the walls that she made
She says
You can hold my hand
But don't you dare get in my way
She pleads the fifth
The Truth can not be help in words
And he stands to defend her
To defend the truth, that he just heard
~Chorus~
Now William waits
Holding the rose dispite its thorns
And she turns away
Saying I think its getting late
And William dreams
His heart convinced his head of the fantasy
When she says
Can you make me see
Just what you mean to me
~Chorus~
Now William Waits
