(From Dan Fogelberg's album "The Innocent Age")
Grand slam
Your moment's at hand
The day of the costly bargain
Lost lamb
Asking the lion's share
Homespun
A prodigal son
Comes begging your humble pardon
But no one
Rises to hear his prayer
Lone star
You've wandered so far
And long in the unfamiliar
That now you
Travel a map unknown
Star bright
A constant delight
To those in the dark
And still your
Birthright's
To shine in the night alone
Living in the shadows
Of the things that might have been
Torn between the blessing and the curse
You may stop the hunger
But you'll never slake the thirst
For the nectar you remember
But you'll never taste again
Nonesuch
Your Midas's touch
Has gilded your heart and left you
So much
Playing the prince of clowns
Hell bent
Empty and spent
Just look what your gamble's got you
Exile
Far from the sacred ground
Living in the shadows
Of the things that might have been
Torn between the blessing and the curse
You may stop the hunger
But you'll never slake the thirst
For the nectar you remember
But you'll never taste again
Grand slam
Your moment's at hand
The day of the costly bargain
Lost lamb
Asking the lion's share