Racing The Tide-The Elders

Send a prayer out there into the universe And wait for an answer my friend Maybe you will hear from me an echo in the wind And a song that has no end With a head full of books he'd forgotten Bad memories from days in the war Crowded out by the tales of tall cotton Why can't all things be just like before The world though the eyes of my father Repeating mistakes that he made Refusing to lose the illusion That one day he would lead the parade Now he sits in the library day after day With a wire a compass and pen Uncovering a secret so long lost away That will never be spoken again Inventor of stories so deep in the heart That will only come out in a dream We can carve out a place or reverse into space In the next world we'll know what they mean We were climbing the steps to the graveyard With regrets and our baggage in tow From the cliffs of the Ardarine mountains You can see the sweet memories below There was nothing here left but a portrait On a mission here only to serve An empty room with a glass and a bottle It's all that us free men deserve