Glorious dawn sunrise on the horizon, The Castaway.. climbed aboard the Albion
The Loveable rogue. he would romanticize A Troubled boy, a troubled past, but troubled in whose eyes???
Lighting up the room when he walks thru the door With His cheeky charm, and warming smile, the romantic troubadour A stylish kid in the riot.... some might say Middle Englands heritage is found in his DNA
In his ear whispered a voice, saying this is music the rest is noise!!!!
Time and time again the Albion drifted off course Leaving the angry outlaw, tinged with remorse If he was told once he was told a thousand times To tread carefully, tread carefully on the drifting ice
Remember to Keep your faith and you'll be alright On his shoulder he Carried his guitar off in to the night Into the mysteriously tomorrow Got no time for Shame... no time for sorrow
He saw the big picture but he never saw out such a scene On a quest, on course to destination Arcady
In his head he heard a voice, saying this is music the rest is noise!!!!!!
The Master of his own destiny and his Demise the sculpture of his own thoughts but. he never severed the ties Saw the needle and the damage done Never looked back.. Never looked back into the sun
Glorious dawn, sunrise on the horizon The Castaway, climbed back aboard the Albion He Knows no boundaries, They wish him to fail, He Died a thousand deaths and now he lives to tell the tale
He saw the big picture but he never saw out such a scene On a quest, on course to destination Arcady In his head he heard a voice , saying this is music the rest is noise!!! In his head he heard a voice , saying this is music the rest is noise!!!!!
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