You are the moment Martha's mad man came out of the darkness
You are - you are -you are
The eye glass of the nearly, nearly blind
You are the foot print in the sand of Easter Island
You are - you are - you are
The fusion in the furnace of the sun
I am the captain cried across the lonely sea,
I am undoubtly what I'll be
I am the soldier sang across the lonely field
I am and I'll do whatever I feel.
You are the time between solar fire and the silence
You are - you are
You are the last chord in the symphony of the lost
You are the sign between the high road and the low road
You are - you are
You are the pen in the moving hand of time
You are the last post played by the Alamo soldier
You are - you are
You are a spaceman at the very edge of time
You are the single shaft of sunlight in the night time
You are - you are
You are the coolness in the very heat of the fire
You are the moment Martha's madman came out of darkness
You are - you are
You are the eyeglass of the nearly, nearly blind
You are, you are