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You call me a vagrant, tramp, a down and out

On a celestial sort of a soiled dream

Through the eye of the Cyclops you peer out the looking glass

Way up in the stars, do you see as I see?

Only black and horrible things

I can’t be proud, the time for that has come and passed

Couldn’t say I’ve given even half of what I’ve had

But I lay awake wondering how long can it last

Sixty-five to twenty-three but I can’t escape the past

Heart of Athene, cold hard and frayed

On the Arion I can do no harm, so I put myself away

The pale of the horse, you fear the worst

But I’m just a jester and this court is my curse

Marauder of the sky, marooned at heart

I was protector once in time gone far

But that was long ago

So many moons I’ve past, so many memories

But that’s just not enough

Maybe I could dim the starlight’s glow that blinds my eyes

Let me know there’s still something

To keep me hanging on

Heart of Athene, cold hard and frayed

On the Arion I can do no harm, so I put myself away

The pale of the horse, you fear the worst

But I’m just a jester and this court is my curse

Marauder of the sky, marooned at heart

I was protector once in time gone far

Remind me why I left, or maybe why I came

To live just to be left, when I could have walked away

What are the limits of a man who dance among the graves

Then buries his head in the sand or tries to run away



The mare is on the moon, she danced the night away

In shards of crystal hewn, I see reflections of her face

Now the sandglass is on it’s side, I hang my head in shame

Because even if I tried, there’s nothing I could say