Savatage - Another Day lyrics

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Times were changing

Eighteen years and fading

Ain't a lot of time left to be a star

On an island

All alone and dying

Walk upon the water

But you won't get far

Dreams and visions

Tied into decisions

Saw you on a postcard

From the other side

Hope and glitter

Never feeling bitter

Walk upon the water

Just to be your bride

Don't tell me now

That there is nothing more

There is a how

Just like there is a door

And if there's not to be another way

You tell me why

Why

Why

Stay and follow

If the words are hollow

Gotta' go along

Cause it's all you got

Each day earn them

Turn around and burn them

Think your fitting in

But you hope you're not

Neatly drowning

Every drink your downing

If you drink enough

You'll forget the game

Each illusion

Wrapped in absolution

Live your life in weekends

But it's not the same

Don't tell me now

That there is nothing more

There is a how

Just like there is a door

And if there's not to be another way

You tell me why

Why

Why

Why

And as he stood there cursing fate

For making life so hard

It seemed that fate had listened

For she dealt another card

For arriving in the harbour

Silhouetted against the sky

Was a ship bound for america

And her name, "maersk dubai"

And so when no one else was looking

And the ship was safely moored

He waited for his moment

Then he quickly snuck on board

Then he found himself a hiding place

Between two crates of iron ware

And as for distant america

In his mind he was already there

But what he was unaware of

As they sailed away from shore

Was that there were other stowaways

And he was one of four

And meanwhile the old sailor

Had walked right past that pier

While still conversing with the ocean

On the strengths of his idea

And as he walked he came upon

A youth he thought asleep

But the ocean said that he was not

And brushed a wave against his feet

And when the young man didn't stir

But lay quite still instead

The sailor took a closer look

And saw that he was dead

And all around the body

Was something he had never seen

Little cellophane packages

Marked "blackjack guillotine"

And so he asked the ocean

What these strange packets were

And she answered they held the heroin

That in his blood the youth had stirred

And it is certainly a sign

That things have gotten out of hand

When one can purchase ones own death

And choose it by the brand