Closing Theme (Lampost)

Does the lamppost slowly turning

In the window that's concerning

Re-evaluation for the sake of man,

Carry news of broken weather

Which reveals the shallow gesture

Of ovations carved from mountains made of sand?

Low line falling, the distance calling,

Connections from the past don't seem to come.

Tragic dancer tries to answer

But cannot for he plays a broken drum.

Flying, flying with time.

Flying, flying with time.

Distance and space, reacting in kind.

Oh for the price of the wisdom sublime.

And the strength to shoulder the burden.

Is the tale too early spoken

To the heads that nod a token

Of appreciation based upon the sound?

Or do the words mean something

To the bold ones who are jousting

In determination to unseat the crown?

Rose thorn, forlorn.

Guard the Beauty's treat.

Carry you message sweet!

And deliver as complete

The play's unspoken line,

Unspoken line,

Unspoken line.