Tis quite out here in the shadowed land
Where the only war lies with the silence
And the stillness of dawn lingers still on
Till insanity drives you to violence
But tis nothing to do when the field empty stands
Naught but wind passing on through the plain
And you walk or you sit until you then quit
And succumb to the night and the pain
And the songs you once sang oh how they once rang
In ears that serve the deaf naught
So you might as well be consigned in history
At the edge of once known and forgot
And sometimes those shades return to the glades
And the places where once they knew life
And sometimes you sink to numb to think
For you tire of the struggle and strife
And tis all in your head until you are dead
And some say the suffering will follow
To those who pass on never seeing the dawn
For their eyes long ago grew to hollow
-Simon
Where the only war lies with the silence
And the stillness of dawn lingers still on
Till insanity drives you to violence
But tis nothing to do when the field empty stands
Naught but wind passing on through the plain
And you walk or you sit until you then quit
And succumb to the night and the pain
And the songs you once sang oh how they once rang
In ears that serve the deaf naught
So you might as well be consigned in history
At the edge of once known and forgot
And sometimes those shades return to the glades
And the places where once they knew life
And sometimes you sink to numb to think
For you tire of the struggle and strife
And tis all in your head until you are dead
And some say the suffering will follow
To those who pass on never seeing the dawn
For their eyes long ago grew to hollow
-Simon