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The play has ended, the curtain shredded, everyone went home, we found a reason, to keep believing, we found it on our own
It’s time to let the circus fade it’s time to exit the stage and though the maps we held were lost I was so sure our paths would cross
No use in hiding, while I’m confiding, there’s no one to ignore, now I’m leaving, waited all evening, staring at the door, -
It’s time to let the dead one sleep, it’s time to choose who you should keep, and though the train you rode was lost, I was so sure our paths would cross
But it’s a no show, no show, no show, won’t ever come back again?
She’s driving the train, she rides on the train
She’s driving the train, I’m under the train
This indecision, you keep on living, it won’t wear off on me, you’ll get a stand up, you’ll hear the door shut, but you will not see, me no,
It’s time to pretend that you are real it’s time to accept just what you feel and though the maps we held were tossed, could we both be a little lost?
from Fine Old World,
released January 10, 2009
Eric – lead vocals, electric and acoustic guitars, banjo, percussion / Richard Corson – bass (chorus) / Chuck Gagne – Drums / Jon Wyman, Halo Sound - mixing