Steel strings a sound so pure, his fingers quick and light
he hit the road to go on tour in th emiddle of a stormy night
and he stands on the street as a busker man in the cold and wind he will play
is this the reason that he ran will it always be ths way.
He wrote a song about a woman he knew and he played it on the streets
same old song same old town then a record ma he meets
now he plays in sleazy clubs at night anf in the studio everyday
scorpio is rising better hold on tight theres no need for him to stay
Another lonely day playing that song, one more dream come true
realises he was wrong , the rebel had no clue
one more town, another bar , another day alone
he trades his sixstring for a car and heads down the highway home.
Sands Of Time
A distinctive sound deep in the night alerts the senses inside
an echo of silent wings taking flight, high on the wind she flies.
Taken for granted with so called love she heads for a greater heart, searching and dreaming was never enough it began to tear her apart.
Dreams she longed for yet heartache she found through years of torment and hate now in the darkness she's heaven bound she senses the sweet smell of fate.
Eyes burning fire, hair blowing free his smile was so kind
he took her hand by the open sea and they drifted with the sands of time.
The thoughts that occur to me surround me wit empathy take me for all that you will
The dreams that appear to me run deep inside of me like the waters that never run still
The answers you gave to me don't feel like reality
something didn't ring true
Now when you look at me there is nothing inside of me, just empty spaces to be filled by you.
Settled down with kids and a wife he now plays guitar for fun
but he misses the road and the buskers life and when he was number one
he's made his money, had his fame, still he craves for something more
turns to drugs and plays a crazy game, his wife walks out the door
All by himself in his one roomed home his mind doing overtime
his weathered face turns to stone, he's crossed that thin blue line
a cocktail of alcohol and drugs, a shringe held in his hand
an overdose by the way it looked
dead lay the busker man.
Who is this divine angel that enters unto my domain
beautiful yet dangerous she brings mortal man to shame
who is this divine angel smiling into my heart
beautiful eyes dissolve heart and mind apart
Who is this divine angel could she touch my broken love
she has the voice of a nightingale, the presence of a dove
who is this divine angel casting warmth upon my eyes
driving the wind and rain from where the eagle flies
Who is this divine angel inspiring the definitive verse
my life has started over once more wil she be the first
who is this divine angel that takes my breath away
if i know not whp she is, I know not the words to say.
Passionate, irrational wind swept streets
errupting poison neath weary feet
striking your hook into innocent minds
lost and alone the memories unwind
Distasteful, Hateful stressful city
wallowing away in your own self pity
caught up in the clash between money and power
see the fading innocents and how you make them cower.
Considerate ?, degenerate! heartless land
over run by insects we call man
you recognise their love yet turn away with haste
ignoring all their cries for help alone they await their fate.
Pitiful, wasteful egotistical world
watching with mistrust as our paths unfold
you may try in vain to halt us in our tracks
once we escape the boundaries we're never coming back
