Syracuse

Someday, we’ll speak above suspicion

Far beyond any cure

In milk and honey

Midst many a lovely point of view

So far, we’ve built ourselves a future

For our past to break the news

We must be at the far end of the world by now

On the road to syracuse

Syracuse

Somehow

I feel they know us better

Than to simply disagree

Should we ever turn a blind eye

To the ones who cannot see

There’s a place to burn your bridges

With both ends secured

For the sky to meet the ocean

Touching ground in syracuse

Syracuse

I’d like to think of them as brothers

For the bad or for the good

I’d like to see them as our sisters

Who’d bargain for the truth

I’d like to think of them as fathers

‘Mongst all evil men will do

To be forgiven by their mothers

At the gates of syracuse

Where the journey ends

The way most journeys do

In syracuse

Directions are vague

Cause every road leads you to

Syracuse