The Tailor

I'm a long way from my home

I was born on the raging sea

And when I first struck land,

With my head in hand

I built a house out of an old oak tree

And raised a family out of earth and electricity

I was king of my domain

But my fortitude had proved in vain

And when the locusts came

Like a summer rain

Devouring everything that I held dear

And all I'd worked for simply disappeared

So I crept away

For I had debts to pay

And joined the army as a privateer

Yeah, it was then, the wind it whispered

But I would not hear

So we sailed out across the land

Through an ocean made of sinking sand

And though I lost my men,

I was born again

As a tailor in an unknown land

With a needle and some thread in hand

Mending suits and slacks,

Stitching up the cracks

In the backs of my neighbors' heads

And soon the word, yeah, of my work, it spread through the town

So before the king I stood

I said, "I come from the raging sea

And if the truth be told,

I am not so old

As you may first have taken me to be

For numbers never could apply to me

For I'm as old as time,

And maybe half as blind

What some of you might call infinity

I am the tailor of the earth and electricity."