Savatage

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
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