The lights come on



The set is down

The curtain's flown away

To all you creatures of the night

I say it's time we play



We'll show you things



That in your life

You'd never dreamed you'd know

So now before the ghosts arrive

It's welcome to the show



Minstrels, kings, explorers

Fantasies on order

Ghosts and dreams awakened

Stories long forsakened



The minstrel and the sorcerer

Are switching their disguise



The jester drinks and starts to think



That he alone is wise



The governor and journalist

Exchange a judas kiss

And now before the song is done

The plot begins to twist



Ghosts and lost explorers

Fate with all her daughters

Saints and hopeless sinners

Wise men in their winters

Know



Welcome to the show

Welcome to the show

Welcome to the show

Welcome to the show



His life was nearly over

As he stood upon the beach

Thinking about death and the ocean

While still safely out of reach



And he held there in his hand

A well worn hourglass

And though the sand was still inside



Soon this too would pass



Then he knelt to touch the water

Where the waves would gently fall

Thinking here I touch the ocean

And the ocean touches all



For from a line of countless sailors

He was the last man of his kind

And the world had changed around him

He had no mountains left to climb



And his last name was Magellan

A descendant of the same



Or so he said in late night bars



Though few believed his claim



And so he now talked with the ocean

As he had often done before

But now the waves spoke back to him

As he walked along the shore



For eighty years plus seven

He had been upon this earth

And all of them but eight

He'd spent on that ocean since his birth



But he was not the only one

Who walked along this coast

There was a lady old and pale

To some nearly a ghost



She had once been a great beauty

It was rumored in some bars

When she'd left here many years before

To become a movie star



But every wish is not to be

Ahh this in time she learned

And when her final chance had passed

Back here she had returned



And everyday at six o'clock



She came to a small cafe

And had herself a glass of wine

And then she'd walk away



To others she was gray and old

Not the beauty she'd been before

But it did not matter what she was

What mattered was what he saw



And so for near three years now

He'd watch her everyday

And though they always were so close



He felt so far away



For he could never quite arrange



The words inside his mind

That he could say to make her stay

And he was running out of time



He could not find the words to say

To such a work of dreams

And so he watched her walk away

And always stayed unseen