https://youtu.be/8mLbzNPOXpI Once a peaceful man laid his old head down by a river Thought about his childhood life, his father and forgiver Who couldn't hide away, hide away He controlled the horses with a handclap or a whisper Drink he couldn't combat but in all he was no sinner Who couldn't hide away, hide away He told all his sons of all the antics of a venture Then he told another one who drove himself to drink Not to hide away, hide away Better men have realised alone is not a venture A peaceful man would realise alone is no adventure Just to hide away, hide away He told all his sons of all the antics of a venture Then he told another one who drove himself to drink Not to hide away, hide away Hide away, hide away Hide away, hide away ___
https://youtu.be/8mLbzNPOXpI Once a peaceful man laid his old head down by a river Thought about his childhood life, his father and forgiver Who couldn't hide away, hide away He controlled the horses with a handclap or a whisper Drink he couldn't combat but in all he was no sinner Who couldn't hide away, hide away He told all his sons of all the antics of a venture Then he told another one who drove himself to drink Not to hide away, hide away Better men have realised alone is not a venture A peaceful man would realise alone is no adventure Just to hide away, hide away He told all his sons of all the antics of a venture Then he told another one who drove himself to drink Not to hide away, hide away Hide away, hide away Hide away, hide away ___
The day has brought its journey The night has brought us home The darkness soothes the tired eyes Time for to burn a cone. A harbour on the voyage The ship tied up at last. But ready to cast off At the dawning light's first blast! We sail into the labile sea The neon shores glow gleamily We spread the sails of imagery And mindscapes everlastingly
The crew are gone, just he remains. This is indeed a mighty game. All fled but he... Shall he bail next? The others have not stayed to rest. Like in the classic comic sketch: "Here, hold this!" "Take this, please!" "Hold this, balanced on your knees!" Each one hands the straight man more Before leaping out the door Tearing at a long rip cord. Left with all that they discard, he waits around, without regard. Then sighing, looks at that last 'chute. What shall he do? The point is moot. Back to the pilot seat he goes: Another engine starts to glow.
