The man on the right is a man undone
He'd give you his soul if you asked him for some.
A child in his way for he needs to believe
that love is a song
for each man to sing.

The man on the left is a prize unwon
A candle unlit and a song unsung.
Believing that love is a dreamer's dream,
The man on the left the man in between.

Lady Magdelene
I can hear your distant trumpet
calling from the morning mountain 
singing to the passing river.
Take me home
Show me peaceful days before my youth has gone.

The man in between waits between the two
Not hearing the lie and not seeing the true.
Unknowing what is, and denying what seems
and there he will sleep 
the man in between.

Lady Magdelene
I can hear your distant trumpet
calling from the morning mountain
singing to the passing river.
Take me home
Show me peaceful days before my youth has gone.

Lady Magdelene
make the sound of silent thunder
calling from the lips of Abraham
make a sound that we may wonder where we are.
Take us to your soul for we have wandered far.

The man on the right was a man undone
The man on the left like a prize unwon.
And God only knows what their time will bring
or what will become 
of the man in between.