Savatage: The Wake of Magellan [1997]

Released September 15, 1997 (EuropeJapan)
April 7, 1998 (U.S.)
Genre Progressive metalSymphonic metal
Length 60:06
Label Atlantic
Producer Paul O’Neill

The Wake of Magellan is a concept album by Savatage and is based on two real life events. The first, the Maersk Dubai incident, occurred less than a year before this album was released when the captain of a freighter threw three Romanian stowaways overboard in the middle of the Atlantic. A fourth stowaway was saved by the courageous action of a deckhand, who risked his own life to protect the youth.

The second event regarded the Irish reporter Veronica Guerin who died fighting the growth of the drug trade in her country. Her death may accomplish what she could not in life.[2] These events are combined into the story of an old Spanish sailor, who has decided to end his life by sailing his small boat out into the Atlantic until it sinks. In his mind he has romanticized this decision as a glorious, Vikingesque way to die. When the ocean winds push him into a great storm, and he believes that his wish is about to be granted in a great dramatic fashion, he suddenly sees a man drowning in the ocean. In an instant he finds himself taking back every wish for death’s embrace, and fights to save this soul. After many twists and turns, he is able to save the stowaway that had been thrown overboard. Returning to land, he now realizes that not only every life is precious but also every hour of that life.

This is the first Savatage album to have the same line up as the previous album since Hall of the Mountain King in 1987. This is also the last Savatage album to feature vocals from lead singer Zachary StevensDream Theater are also thanked in the album’s liner notes. Derek Sherinian and Al Pitrelliwere in Ethyl Mertz together. Al and Derek also went to college together and both toured with Alice Cooper for the Trashes the World Tour. Al andJohn Petrucci also played together on a Japanese release called Guitar Battle.

Story

On a late spring day an old sailor walked along the beach of a small Spanish
town contemplating the many years behind him and the numbered days remaining.
His name was Hector Del-Fuego Magellan and he claimed to be,
though very few believed that he was, a direct descendant of the famous explorer
Ferdinand Magellan, the first man to circumnavigate the globe in 1527.
He was carrying an aged hourglass with him. It was a family heirloom, his oldest
and most valued possession and he found its presence comforting.

The old man’s sailing days were long past him and he had out-lived everyone
with whom he had been close. Having spent his life at sea, he had never had a
family, a decision which he now deeply regretted. As he walked, he would converse
quite openly with the ocean, and the occasional beachcomber that he would
encounter would always smile with amusement after he had passed.

After a time he stopped a slight distance from a small outdoor cafe where he
watched as an older woman sipped a small glass of wine. This he had done
every day since he had retired and returned to this town. He had also seen her
once, many years ago, in his youth when she had been a great beauty. She had left the
small port town to pursue an acting career, and having failed to achieve this
goal, had returned like himself to the place of their birth. Over the past year he had
often tried to work up the courage to approach her, but never could. Eventually, she
finished her drink and left and he resumed his journey.

As he walked he began discussing with the ocean his present lonely situation
and the seemingly pointless exercise of continuing to live. In his mind, he
imagined that this could only lead to a cold and lonely death, in some cold hospital for
the aged, surrounded by strangers. He tells the ocean that he would far prefer to
simply get into a small sailboat that he owned and sail out into the Atlantic until it
sank, embraced by the sea that he had so long loved. The ocean did not like this
idea, but though it could come up with no argument to dissuade him from this plan,
it did convince him to wait awhile.

A little further down the beach Hector saw what appeared to be a young man
asleep under a weathered pier. But when the ocean sent a wave that gently
brushed up against the boy’s feet, the youth did not stir, and the sailor realized
that the man was dead. Scattered around his body were several small packets with the
words, “Blackjack Guillotine,” imprinted on them as well as used hypodermic
needles.

The ocean whispered to him that it was a brand of heroin and that the boy
had overdosed. The sailor asked how such a young person, with obviously so much
to live for, could have gotten started on such a deadly poison, and the
ocean replied that it had been a gift on his eighteenth birthday from a friend. The old
man picked up the boy’s jacket which had been laying beside him and covered the body
with it, while the ocean pushed a waterlogged funeral wreath with the name
Veronica Guerin written on it in gold foil still clinging to the leaves.

The name was meaningless to him, but he asked the ocean if it did not think
it inappropriate to steal a wreath from the dead. The ocean explained that it
had belonged to an Irish reporter who had been killed for fighting the drug
lords in her country, and she was sure the reporter would not mind.

After saying a quiet prayer over the body, Hector Magellan continued down
the shore, eventually stopping at the mouth of a small river that emptied into
the ocean. Thinking back on all he had just seen, how the world had changed
around him, he started to cry, not noticing a mother and small boy approaching as
they strolled along the beach. The child’s eye was attracted to the hourglass
that the sailor was still carrying, and he went over to ask if he could see it. When
he noticed the sailor’s tears, he instead asked why the old man was crying, but before
he could hear the reply, he was told by his mother to leave the nice gentleman alone.
Then taking the child’s hand she led him off the beach.

Just as they were walking over the dunes, the child looked over his shoulder
in time to see the old man drop the hourglass to the ground, where the top
broke off and all the sand spilled out. The sailor did not even glance down at it, but
instead, waded out to his small sailboat just off the shore, pulled up the anchor,
and set sail into the twilight. He had decided that this ship would be his coffin and his
trail through the water his wake.

Several hours later, he had fallen asleep under the tiller, and in his
dreams his great ancestor appeared to him telling him to return to land. He awakened to find
himself in a violent Atlantic storm, and believed that the ocean had finally decided
to grant his wish, but despite the fact that he was sure that he was awake and alone,
he could still hear the sound of another human voice. Suddenly, a tremendous
bolt of lightning illuminated the night and he could see a man in the distance
struggling in the sea.

Hector scrambled to his feet and desperately tried to maneuver the boat
towards the man. Water poured over the sides and he then had to also fight just to
keep afloat while he seemed to be getting no closer to the victim. He begged to
God to forget the death that he had so feverently prayed for that day, or if this
could not be done, to at least grant him one final moment so that he could save this
life. But the storm raged on, and the man disappeared for longer and longer periods
beneath the surface.

Just when all had seemed lost, the wind suddenly changed direction and a
giant wave carried the vessel practically right beside the man. With a sudden
burst of new found strength, he pulled him on board and as the storm resided, he
reversed course back towards land. His passenger told him that he had been a stowaway
on board a freighter and that the officers had thrown him overboard.

The old sailor was horrified, saying that even in the days of Magellan, when
life was considerably cheaper, this thing was never done. He said that they must
report this crime immediately to the police, but the stowaway asked him not to inform
the authorities, since he had entered the country illegally. Hector understood
his situation, and many hours later, he dropped him off with a docked freighter
that was loading cargo for America, and whose captain was an acquaintance.

His new mission accomplished, Hector then returned to the beach where he had
started. On the sand he could see his hourglass which someone had repaired
and refilled. He stepped into the water without dropping anchor or taking down
the sails, then turning, he pushed the boat out towards the sea before wading ashore.
Once there, he picked up his hourglass and started to walk back towards the
little cafe, the ocean gently erasing his footprints behind him.

Track listing

Original CD release
No. Title Writer(s) Length
1. “The Ocean” (Instrumental) Jon OlivaPaul O’Neill 1:33
2. “Welcome” Jon Oliva, Paul O’Neill 2:11
3. “Turns to Me” Jon Oliva, Paul O’Neill, Al Pitrelli 6:01
4. “Morning Sun” Chris Caffery, Jon Oliva, Paul O’Neill 5:49
5. “Another Way” Jon Oliva, Paul O’Neill, Al Pitrelli 4:35
6. “Blackjack Guillotine” Jon Oliva, Paul O’Neill 4:33
7. “Paragons of Innocence” Jon Oliva, Paul O’Neill 5:33
8. “Complaint in the System (Veronica Guerin)” Jon Oliva, Paul O’Neill 2:37
9. “Underture” (Instrumental) Jon Oliva, Paul O’Neill 3:52
10. “The Wake of Magellan” Chris Caffery, Johnny Lee Middleton, Jon Oliva, Paul O’Neill 6:10
11. “Anymore” Jon Oliva, Paul O’Neill 5:16
12. “The Storm” (Instrumental) Jon Oliva, Paul O’Neill, Al Pitrelli 3:45
13. “The Hourglass” Jon Oliva, Paul O’Neill, Al Pitrelli 8:05

Lyrics

1. The Ocean

[Music: Jon Oliva, Paul O’Neill]

[Instrumental]

WHEN THE NIGHT WILL GATHER DARKNESS
AND BLACK CLOUDS UNADORNED
ONLY POETS, DREAMS AND MADMEN
WILL SAIL OUT INTO THE STORM

2. Welcome

[Music & Words: Jon Oliva, Paul O’Neill]

The lights come on

The set is down
The curtain’s flown away
To all you creatures of the night
I say it’s time we play

We’ll show you things

That in your life
You’d never dreamed you’d know
So now before the ghosts arrive
It’s welcome to the show

Minstrels, kings, explorers
Fantasies on order
Ghosts and dreams awakened
Stories long forsakened

The minstrel and the sorcerer
Are switching their disguise

The jester drinks and starts to think

That he alone is wise

The governor and journalist
Exchange a Judas kiss
And now before the song is done
The plot begins to twist

Ghosts and lost explorers
Fate with all her daughters
Saints and hopeless sinners
Wise men in their winters
Know

Welcome to the show
Welcome to the show
Welcome to the show
Welcome to the show

HIS LIFE WAS NEARLY OVER
AS HE STOOD UPON THE BEACH
THINKING ABOUT DEATH AND THE OCEAN
WHILE STILL SAFELY OUT OF REACH

AND HE HELD THERE IN HIS HAND
A WELL WORN HOURGLASS
AND THOUGH THE SAND WAS STILL INSIDE

SOON THIS TOO WOULD PASS

THEN HE KNELT TO TOUCH THE WATER
WHERE THE WAVES WOULD GENTLY FALL
THINKING HERE I TOUCH THE OCEAN
AND THE OCEAN TOUCHES ALL

FOR FROM A LINE OF COUNTLESS SAILORS
HE WAS THE LAST MAN OF HIS KIND
AND THE WORLD HAD CHANGED AROUND HIM
HE HAD NO MOUNTAINS LEFT TO CLIMB

AND HIS LAST NAME WAS MAGELLAN
A DESCENDANT OF THE SAME

OR SO HE SAID IN LATE NIGHT BARS

THOUGH FEW BELIEVED HIS CLAIM

AND SO HE NOW TALKED WITH THE OCEAN
AS HE HAD OFTEN DONE BEFORE
BUT NOW THE WAVES SPOKE BACK TO HIM
AS HE WALKED ALONG THE SHORE

FOR EIGHTY YEARS PLUS SEVEN
HE HAD BEEN UPON THIS EARTH
AND ALL OF THEM BUT EIGHT
HE’D SPENT ON THAT OCEAN SINCE HIS BIRTH

BUT HE WAS NOT THE ONLY ONE
WHO WALKED ALONG THIS COAST
THERE WAS A LADY OLD AND PALE
TO SOME NEARLY A GHOST

SHE HAD ONCE BEEN A GREAT BEAUTY
IT WAS RUMORED IN SOME BARS
WHEN SHE’D LEFT HERE MANY YEARS BEFORE
TO BECOME A MOVIE STAR

BUT EVERY WISH IS NOT TO BE
AH THIS IN TIME SHE LEARNED
AND WHEN HER FINAL CHANCE HAD PASSED
BACK HERE SHE HAD RETURNED

AND EVERYDAY AT SIX O’CLOCK

SHE CAME TO A SMALL CAFE
AND HAD HERSELF A GLASS OF WINE
AND THEN SHE’D WALK AWAY

TO OTHERS SHE WAS GRAY AND OLD
NOT THE BEAUTY SHE’D BEEN BEFORE
BUT IT DID NOT MATTER WHAT SHE WAS
WHAT MATTERED WAS WHAT HE SAW

AND SO FOR NEAR THREE YEARS NOW
HE’D WATCH HER EVERYDAY
AND THOUGH THEY ALWAYS WERE SO CLOSE

HE FELT SO FAR AWAY

FOR HE COULD NEVER QUITE ARRANGE

THE WORDS INSIDE HIS MIND
THAT HE COULD SAY TO MAKE HER STAY
AND HE WAS RUNNING OUT OF TIME

HE COULD NOT FIND THE WORDS TO SAY
TO SUCH A WORK OF DREAMS
AND SO HE WATCHED HER WALK AWAY
AND ALWAYS STAYED UNSEEN

3. Turns To Me

[Music & Words: Jon Oliva, Al Pitrelli, Paul O’Neill]

Stands all alone
Looks in the mirror
And sees what she wanted to be

Safely unknown

To anyone near her
She sees what she wanted to see
And turns to me
And turns to me

And turns to…

She was prophesied
For an early slide
Followed it to the letter

Well kept beauty queen
If there, always seen
Still you thought she’d know better

No erasing

The time you’re wasting
But when you’re wasting

You don’t care

All those pieces
In short term leases
But when you need them

They’re not there

For all those moments of yesterday
She’s traded every tomorrow
And now all those moments are so far away
Ghosts haunt each word she would say

As she walks among the decay

She had Oscar Wilde’s

Timeless sense of style
As had been her intention

Still she was afraid
Time must be repaid

And there’d be no redemption

Youth and time collide
She could not decide
On a certain direction

Time was catching up
Carefully made up

She avoided detection

For all those moments of yesterday
She’s traded every tomorrow
And now all those moments are so far away
I saw it too
Closer than you
What else is there left to say

Wait for me now
I will be there for you
This I will vow

If you still want me to

But it won’t be
This I have always known
And in the dark
There’s no one to pray for me now

I don’t understand what I’m feeling tonight
I don’t understand but I’m waiting
Searching the shadows that fade in the light
But I’m feeling alive
Trying to survive
Float with the tide
Till you arrive and I…

SO HE NOW TURNED TO THE OCEAN
SAYING IT WAS NEVER MEANT TO BE
AND THE OCEAN NEVER SAID A WORD
THOUGH IN TRUTH SHE DISAGREED

AND ON THE SAND BEFORE HIM
WHILE THE WAVES BROKE GENTLY WHITE
THE OCEAN LISTENED CAREFULLY
AS HE TOLD HER OF HIS LIFE

I HAVE BEEN AROUND THE WORLD
I’VE PURSUED THE MOON IN FLIGHT
I HAVE READ THE WORDS OF SHAKESPEARE
BY A MIDNIGHT ARCTIC LIGHT

I HAVE RUN BETWEEN THE DRAGON’S TEETH
AND LIVED TO TELL THE TAIL
I HAVE DANCED ACROSS A STARDUST SKY

AND NEVER LEFT A TRAIL

I’VE SEEN THINGS FEW COULD IMAGINE
AND I NEVER WILL FORGET
BUT I’VE NEVER HAD A FAMILY

AND THIS I DO REGRET

NOW ALL I’VE LOVED HAVE GONE BEFORE ME
AND OF THE FUTURE I HAVE GREAT DOUBTS
AND THOUGH IT SEEMS I STILL HAVE TIME LEFT
I NOW FEEL TIME I CAN DO WITHOUT

AND I HAVE WONDERED TO MYSELF
WHY SHOULD DEATH SET ITS OWN TIME
IS IT JUST A FINAL JEST FROM FATE
TO ADD ONTO HER OTHER CRIMES?

FOR I HAVE NO WISH TO WAIT AROUND
WHILE ALL MY SENSES FADE
AND ONE BY ONE RETURN THE GIFTS
THAT YOUTH SO FREELY GAVE

WIRED TO SOME COLD MACHINE
THAT MAPS MY EVERY BREATH
AND SIGNALS AT THE PROPER TIME
LESS THEY SHOULD MISS MY DEATH

AND ALL THIS SERVICE I SUSPECT
IS LESS DONE BY GOODWILL
THAN BY THE FEAR THAT THEY SHOULD MISS
A FINAL CHANCE TO BILL

SO I’VE DECIDED TO LEAVE THIS WORLD
AND HAVE DEVISED A PLAN
TO SAIL TO SEA IN A SMALL BOAT
WELL OUT OF SIGHT OF LAND

TO SAIL ONCE MORE UPON THE DEEP
LIKE A VIKING TO HIS RESTING PLACE
THEN SLIP FOREVER NEATH THE WAVES
AN EXIT WITH SOME GRACE

AND THE SHIP SHALL BE MY COFFIN
ON THIS LAST VOYAGE THAT I TAKE
AND MY TRAIL LEFT THROUGH THE WATER
WILL BE MY FINAL WAKE

I HAVE DONE MORE THAN THOUGHT ABOUT THIS
ON MY LIFE I’VE CLOSED EVERY DOOR
I HAVE LEFT A WILL BESIDE MY BED
AND THE BOAT IS THERE OFFSHORE

AND ALL I ASK IS YOUR ASSISTANCE
WHEN THAT SHIP IS WELL AWAY FROM THE LAND
THAT YOU SEND A STORM TO EMBRACE US
AND TAKE US GENTLY IN YOUR HAND

WHEN HE HAD FINISHED SPEAKING
SOME POINTS THE OCEAN DID CONCEDE
BUT WHEN HE SAID HIS FINAL WORD
SHE ONCE MORE DISAGREED

I’LL THINK ABOUT THIS IF I MAY
I NEED NOT RUSH THE TIDE
FOR IN THIS WORLD OF TOO LITTLE TIME
THERE’S ALWAYS TIME TO DIE

YOU SEEM SO EAGER TO END THIS LIFE
AND WITH YOUR DEATH TO DANCE
THAT YOU IGNORED HIS PUTRID BREATH
NOW PERFUMED WITH ROMANCE

THE SAILOR SAID YOU CANNOT UNDERSTAND
THE NEEDS OR WANTS OF MEN
SO I’LL ASK YOU ONCE MORE FOR YOUR HELP
AND I SHALL NOT ASK AGAIN

THEN THE OCEAN PULLED HER WAVES BACK
AND BECKONED HIM STAND NEAR
AND WHEN HE HAD STEPPED CLOSER
SHE WHISPERED IN HIS EAR

THAT EVERY MAN

IS BORN YOU SEE
BENEATH THE SWORD

DAMOCLES

FOR YOUNG AND OLD
ARE ALL ALIVE
ON THAT NEXT BEAT

ON WHICH WE RIDE

AND THAT BEAT IS SUCH
A FRAGILE THING
IN BOTH OLD MEN
OR YOUTHFUL KING

AND THAT BEAT

STANDS ALL ALONE YOU SEE

BETWEEN US

AND BLACK ETERNITY

AND THOUGH DEATH IS SURELY

EACH MAN’S FATE
UNTIL THAT TIME

LET EACH MAN WAIT

SO BE CAREFUL AS YOU GO THROUGH LIFE
WHAT YOU ROMANTICIZE
I FIND SUCH THINGS ARE RARELY TRUE
AND FAR MORE RARELY WISE

THE SAILOR THEN LISTENED CAREFULLY
AND EVERY THOUGHT WAS FILED
AND THOUGH HE WAS STILL NOT QUITE CONVINCED
HE AGREED TO WAIT AWHILE

AND MEANWHILE FURTHER DOWN THE BEACH
THERE STOOD A YOUNGER MAN
AND HE TOO FELT THE SAND OF TIME
WAS RUNNING THROUGH HIS HANDS

BUT THIS YOUTH FELT THEY RAN TOO FAST
AS HE STOOD NEAR A RUSTING DOCK
AND HEARD THE WAVES MARKING TIME
LIKE SOME RELENTLESS CLOCK

HE FELT HIS FUTURE WAS NOT HERE
OF THIS HE HAD NO DOUBT

AND EVEN THOUGH HE WAS EIGHTEEN
HIS TIME WAS RUNNING OUT

4. Morning Sun

[Music & Words: Jon Oliva, Chris Caffery, Paul O’Neill]

When you look at the morning sun

Do you see what I see
Or could I be the only one
Seeing just what I need

I envision a different man
Than the one I’ve become
Pray the ocean will understand
That my time isn’t done

Everyone’s leading
But nobody’s dancing
You stand on the stage

Just to turn all alone
I have waited this way
For a lifetime of days

I can’t wait for the morning sun
As I stand with the sea
And the ocean she understands

Just the man I could be

Somewhere else there’s a different world

With a sun that will rise
And a moon that will take its place
In another man’s eyes

And perhaps it’s a better world
Than the one that I see
Or if better for no one else
Perhaps better for me

Here in the dark where the sky shows its Graces
Revealing each star while the moon plays the fool
Saying how it must be while the night disagrees

I can’t wait for the morning sun
As I stand with the sea
And the ocean she understands

Just the man I could be

No, no, time doesn’t wait for you
No, no, leave it alone
No, no, your days are far too few
This thing I have always known

When your time is up it & #146; s true
They never give another day to you

When your time is up it & #146; s through
No one cares how

Can’t keep it

Can’t save it
Can’t take it away with you
So I say we use it now

NOW HIS THOUGHTS GAVE WAY TO ANGER
AND HE LOUDLY CURSED AT FATE
THAT IN A WORLD OF OPPORTUNITIES
THAT HE WAS DOOMED TO WAIT

THAT HIS LIFE COULD BE PREDESTINED
TO BE STUCK HERE ON THIS SHORE
HE COULD NOT MAKE HIMSELF BELIEVE
THAT THERE WAS NOTHING MORE

5. Another Way

[Music & Words: Jon Oliva, Al Pitrelli, Paul O’Neill]

Times were changing
Eighteen years and fading
Ain’t a lot of time left to be a star

On an island

All alone and dying

Walk upon the water
But you won’t get far

Dreams and visions
Tied into decisions
Saw you on a postcard
From the other side

Hope and glitter

Never feeling bitter

Walk upon the water

Just to be your bride

Don’t tell me now
That there is nothing more
There is a how
Just like there is a door
And if there’s not to be another way
You tell me why

Why

Why

Stay and follow
If the words are hollow
Gotta’ go along
Cause it’s all you got

Each day earn them
Turn around and burn them
Think your fitting in
But you hope you’re not

Neatly drowning

Every drink your downing
If you drink enough

You’ll forget the game

Each illusion

Wrapped in absolution
Live your life in weekends
But it’s not the same

Don’t tell me now
That there is nothing more
There is a how
Just like there is a door
And if there’s not to be another way
You tell me why

Why

Why

Why

AND AS HE STOOD THERE CURSING FATE
FOR MAKING LIFE SO HARD
IT SEEMED THAT FATE HAD LISTENED
FOR SHE DEALT ANOTHER CARD

FOR ARRIVING IN THE HARBOUR
SILHOUETTED AGAINST THE SKY
WAS A SHIP BOUND FOR AMERICA
AND HER NAME, “MAERSK DUBAI”

AND SO WHEN NO ONE ELSE WAS LOOKING
AND THE SHIP WAS SAFELY MOORED
HE WAITED FOR HIS MOMENT
THEN HE QUICKLY SNUCK ON BOARD

THEN HE FOUND HIMSELF A HIDING PLACE
BETWEEN TWO CRATES OF IRON WARE
AND AS FOR DISTANT AMERICA
IN HIS MIND HE WAS ALREADY THERE

BUT WHAT HE WAS UNAWARE OF
AS THEY SAILED AWAY FROM SHORE
WAS THAT THERE WERE OTHER STOWAWAYS
AND HE WAS ONE OF FOUR

AND MEANWHILE THE OLD SAILOR
HAD WALKED RIGHT PAST THAT PIER
WHILE STILL CONVERSING WITH THE OCEAN
ON THE STRENGTHS OF HIS IDEA

AND AS HE WALKED HE CAME UPON
A YOUTH HE THOUGHT ASLEEP
BUT THE OCEAN SAID THAT HE WAS NOT
AND BRUSHED A WAVE AGAINST HIS FEET

AND WHEN THE YOUNG MAN DIDN’T STIR
BUT LAY QUITE STILL INSTEAD
THE SAILOR TOOK A CLOSER LOOK
AND SAW THAT HE WAS DEAD

AND ALL AROUND THE BODY
WAS SOMETHING HE HAD NEVER SEEN
LITTLE CELLOPHANE PACKAGES
MARKED “BLACKJACK GUILLOTINE”

AND SO HE ASKED THE OCEAN
WHAT THESE STRANGE PACKETS WERE

AND SHE ANSWERED THEY HELD THE HEROIN

THAT IN HIS BLOOD THE YOUTH HAD STIRRED

AND IT IS CERTAINLY A SIGN
THAT THINGS HAVE GOTTEN OUT OF HAND
WHEN ONE CAN PURCHASE ONES OWN DEATH
AND CHOOSE IT BY THE BRAND

6. Blackjack Guillotine

[Music & Words: Jon Oliva, Paul O’Neill]

Blackjack guillotine
Razor sharp

Always clean
Gotta lie
Very wide
Once inside she knows what to do
She knows what to do

Skin tight

China white
Just another neon life
In the vein
Leaves a stain
All the time you know that it’s true
You know that its true

So tell me what you had in store
It doesn’t matter anymore
It never did, it never will
But I’ll be out there waiting still

You’re moving fast but leaving tracks
A compromise to your attacks
There comes a time you want to take it back
Back

Back

Back
But can’t think of nothing I
Can’t think of nothing I
Can’t think of nothing I
Lack

Junkie

Credit card
Gotta vein
Goes for yards
Hypnotised
You decide
Every neuron’s changing its view
Changing its view

Gentlemen

Summarize
Every lie
Well disguised
Don’t forget

Neuron death
In the mind awaiting its cue
Awaiting its cue

And so we found it very mod
The worshiping of lesser gods
And lie they do
For lie they must
For they know it’s the lie we trust

And so we’re out there laying tracks
Wherever there’s a vein to pack
There comes a time you want to take it back
Back
Back
Back
Back
But I can’t think of nothing
I can’t think of nothing
I can’t think of nothing
I lack

THE SAILOR ASKED HOW SO YOUNG A MAN
COULD HAVE FALLEN INTO SUCH A TRAP
AND THE OCEAN SAID THE FIRST TIME WAS WITH A FRIEND
WHO NOW CAN’T TAKE IT BACK

IT WAS A FRIENDLY GESTURE
AS THEY ALL CLAIM AT THE TIME
WHEN THAT FRIEND OR KINDLY STRANGER
FREE OF CHARGE GAVE HIM HIS FIRST LINE

TO HARM THIS BOY THEY’RE SURE TO SAY
WAS NEVER OUR INTENT
AND WE WERE AS SHOCKED AS ANYONE
WITH JUST HOW FAR HE WENT

HE NEVER THOUGHT IT DANGEROUS
AS HE STUCK IT IN HIS VEIN
THAT A NEEDLE THAT HAD SEEMED SO SHORT

COULD REACH STRAIGHT INTO HIS BRAIN

IT WAS UPON THIS VERY BEACH
THAT HIS FIRST LINE WAS TRIED
AND WHO’D HAVE THOUGHT WAY BACK THEN
THAT HERE IS WHERE HE’D DIE

IF THESE WORDS SEEM REPETITIOUS
AND THE SUBJECT BEATEN DEAD
THE REASON THAT I STILL SAY IT
IS IT STILL NEEDS TO BE SAID

7. Paragons Of Innocence

[Music & Words: Jon Oliva, Paul O’Neill]

Day

Into night

Into day
Into I don’t know you anymore

But I stand
Where you say
Thinking all the time you planned it

You’ve been gone away too long
Leaving us to carry on
Though in truth you never tried
Just stepped back and watched the slide

Paragons of innocence
Questioning of your intent
Never quite sure what you meant
From the other side

Moments on the carousel
Must admit we ride it well
And the horses never tell
All throughout the ride

That no one leaves
No one leaves
No one leaves…
Alive

Time

On my hands

Slips away
Till I just don’t feel it anymore

Thinking back

When I can
To the time when it began with
Bits of dreams all in a line
And somehow we missed the signs
That it all was never real
And in truth a fatal deal

Paragons of innocence
Questioning of your intent
Never quite sure what you meant
From the other side

Moments on the carousel

Must admit we ride it well
And the horses never tell
All throughout the ride

No one leaves

No one leaves
No one leaves…
Alive

There always comes a time
When you do what you want to do
You know you shouldn’t do it
But you do it anyway
And when he had that time
When he knew what he wanted to
He quickly placed his order
Though he never thought he’d pay

But the lines turned to lies
And the lies turned to tangles
And you’re pale as a cadaver
Though you think it doesn’t show
So you live with the lies
And the friends that it gathers
But somewhere in your heart you know you
Got to let it
Got to let it
Go

Paragons of innocence
Questioning of your intent
Never quite sure what you meant
From the other side

Moments on the carousel

Must admit we ride it well
And the horses never tell
All throughout the ride

No one leaves

No one leaves
No one leaves…
Alive

THEN THE SAILOR PICKED A COAT UP
THAT HAD BEEN LAYING THERE
AND PLACED IT OVER THE BODY
AND THEN HE SAID A LITTLE PRAYER

AND THE OCEAN BROUGHT IN ON A WAVE

AN OLD WATERLOGGED WREATH
AND PUSHED IT UP ALONG THE SAND
TILL IT TOUCHED THE DEAD MAN’S FEET

AND WRITTEN ON THAT WREATH

IN LETTERS OF GOLD FOIL
WAS THE NAME VERONICA GUERIN
BUT THE LETTERS WERE BENT AND SOILED

THE SAILOR SAID I SEE THESE FLOWERS
THAT YOU SO KINDLY GAVE
ARE OBVIOUSLY FROM FAR AWAY
AND FROM ANOTHER’S GRAVE

AND I CANNOT HELP BUT TO THINK
THE SAILOR GENTLY SAID
THAT IT’S UNWISE IN GOD EYES
TO STEAL FLOWERS FROM THE DEAD

THE OCEAN SAID PLEASE TRUST ME FRIEND
THIS GIFT WILL CAUSE NO PAIN
AND THE PERSON TO WHOM THEY ONCE BELONGED
WOULD SURELY SAY THE SAME

YOU SEE THIS WREATH WAS FROM THE FUNERAL
OF A WOMAN WHO SHOWED NO FEAR
OF MEN WHO LIVED IN MANSIONS
BOUGHT WITH OTHER PEOPLE’S TEARS

OF MEN WHO LIVED IN MANSIONS
BOUGHT WITH BITS OF OTHERS LIVES
WHO AT NIGHT STILL HUGGED THEIR CHILDREN
AND BROUGHT GIFTS HOME TO THEIR WIVES

WITH MONEY MADE FROM HEROIN
AND PACKETS OF COCAINE
AND IF A BUYER OVERDOSED
THEY NEVER FELT THE PAIN

THERE WERE MANY FLOWERS AT HER FUNERAL
BUT NONE FOR THIS BOY I FEAR
SO THE WIND HAS BLOWN THIS WREATH TO ME
AND I HAVE BROUGHT IT HERE

SHE GAVE HER LIFE TO STOP THE SPREAD
OF DRUGS AMONG HER KIND
AND IF WE LEAVE THESE FLOWERS FOR THIS BOY

I’M SURE SHE WOULDN’T MIND

8. Complaint In The System

[Music & Words: Jon Oliva, Paul O’Neill]

Welcome to the system
Here’s the situation
It’s a bit confusing
Welcome to the maze
Everybody sees what

Everybody wants to
Everyone avoids
Every other gaze

I will be your mentor
I’ll be your adviser
I’ll do what I do
And you will look away
Forgetting what you see
Has always been much wiser
But someone in the back is missing what I say

Got a complaint in the system
Got a complaint in the system

Welcome to the park now
We supply amusements
Everybody rides
But everybody pays

What good’s causing problems
When no one’s complaining
What good is a martyr
If no one is saved

Everybody knows us
Everybody sees us

Every single child

Can tell you where we are

Every politician
Says that we are leaving
But in all this time

We haven’t gone too far

Got a complaint in the system
Got a complaint in the system

You should understand it
It’s not underhanded
It’s really quite simple you see

The right and the wrong of it
Long and the short of it
Black and the white of it
Forget the sight of it
It is so much cheaper

To be no one’s keeper

Trust me

In the dead of the night
You can stab with a knife
But it’s rare you’ll ever get anywhere

So we laugh in delight
Till you turn on a light
And we scatter for the darkness
Or the corners filled with blackness
And we’re
There
There

Where
Where
There

THEN THE SAILOR TURNED AROUND
AND WALKED BACK ALONG THE BEACH
TOWARDS THE BOAT ANCHORED OFFSHORE
FOR HIS DECISION HAD BEEN REACHED

HE THEN SAT DOWN ON THE SAND
THINKING OF ALL HE HAD SEEN THAT DAY
AND THEN DECIDED IN HIS MIND
IT WAS TIME TO SAIL AWAY

FOR THE WORLD THAT I WAS BORN TO

CLEARLY NO LONGER EXISTS
AND THE FEELING I SHOULD LEAVE IT
I CAN NO LONGER RESIST

AND AS HE SAT THERE THINKING
A MOTHER AND HER CHILD WALKED BY
AND THE OLD SAILOR’S HOURGLASS
HAD CAUGHT THE YOUNG BOY’S EYE

SO HE WALKED UP TO THE STRANGER
AS ONLY A YOUNG CHILD WILL DO
TO ASK IF HE COULD SEE THE HOURGLASS
BUT THEN HE NOTICED SOMETHING NEW

THAT THE OLD MAN HE WAS CRYING
THOUGH HE TRIED TO WIPE HIS EYES
SO THE CHILD FORGOT THE HOURGLASS
AND INSTEAD ASKED THE OLD MAN WHY

BUT BEFORE THE SAILOR COULD ANSWER
THE MOTHER SAID TO LEAVE THE MAN ALONE
AND TAKING THE CHILD BY THE HAND
SHE GENTLY LED HIM HOME

AND AS THEY LEFT THE BEACH

THE SAND RECORDED BOTH THEIR TRACKS
UNTIL THEY REACHED THE FINAL DUNE
WHEN THE YOUNG CHILD HE LOOKED BACK

THEN HE SAW THE SAILOR STANDING UP
THE GLASS FALLING FROM HIS HAND
WHEN IT HIT THE GROUND THE TOP BROKE OFF
AND SPILLED OUT ALL ITS SAND

THEN THE SAILOR WALKED UP TO THE SEA
AND WADED TO THE BOAT
BUT INSTEAD OF PULLING UP THE ANCHOR
HE SIMPLY CUT THE ROPE

AND THE LAST THING THAT THE CHILD SAW
AS THEY WALKED OUT OF SIGHT
WAS THE SAILOR AND HIS SAILBOAT
SAILING OUT INTO THE NIGHT

9. Underture

[Music: Jon Oliva, Paul O’Neill]

EACH MAN HAS A SOUL
THAT STRUGGLES TO ESCAPE
AND IN THE SHALLOWS OF HIS DREAMS
WE CAN OFTEN SEE ITS WAKE

FOR WE ALL HAVE OUR SECRETS
THAT WE ALL KEEP DEEP INSIDE
AWAY FROM LIGHT, IN DARKEST NIGHT
WHERE IT’S ALWAYS SAFE TO HIDE

AWAY FROM ALL THAT WE SHOULD MEET
LESS SOMEONE ELSE SHOULD SHARE
THAT THING THAT HIDES INSIDE OUR SOUL
THAT WE PRAY WAS NEVER THERE

AND OUT UPON THAT OCEAN
A LIFETIME FROM THE SHORE
MIGUEL STOOD HIS NIGHT WATCH
RECALLING EVERYTHING HE SAW

FOR HE WAS A DECKHAND

ABOARD THE “MAERSK DUBAI”
HE HAD SAILED HER ROUND THE WORLD
FROM HAMBURG TO SENDAI

BUT THIS TRIP HAD BEEN DIFFERENT
MORE THAN ANY HE HAD KNOWN
FOR ON BOARD THERE WAS AN EVIL
AND THE EVIL HAD BEEN SHOWN

FOR HALFWAY THROUGH THIS VOYAGE
THEY HAD FOUND TWO STOWAWAYS
THAT THE CAPTAIN HAD THROWN IN THE SEA
AND LEFT THEM TO THE WAVES

AND WHEN HE TRIED TO CLOSE HIS EYES

AND PRETEND HE DID NOT KNOW
THE EVIL DID NOT GO AWAY
BUT USED THE TIME TO GROW

FOR LATER ON THAT SAME TRIP
THEY FOUND A STOWAWAY ONCE AGAIN
BUT THE CAPTAIN SOON MET THIS ONE TOO
AND BROUGHT HIM TO THE SAME COLD END

HE WONDERED WHAT THAT BOY THOUGHT INSIDE
BEFORE THAT FINAL SLEEP
WHEN WATER WAS ALL THAT WAS AROUND
AND HIS LUNGS HAD SCREAMED BREATHE DEEP

HE WONDERED WHAT WENT THROUGH HIS MIND
AS HE GASPED FOR AIR
AND THE LAST MOMENT WHEN HE PRAYED FOR HELP
TO FIND NOBODY THERE

HE WONDERED TO HIMSELF
IF HE COULD HAVE BEEN THE ONE
TO STAND UP AT THAT MOMENT

AND SAY THIS CANNOT BE DONE

TO STAND UP TO THE CAPTAIN
AND SAY THIS THING IT CANNOT BE
BUT THERE IS NOTHING CLOSER TO GOD ON EARTH
THAN A CAPTAIN ON THE SEA

AND HE WAS JUST A DECKHAND
WITH NO RIGHT TO PLEAD THE CASE
OF THIS STRANGER IN THEIR MIDST
AND SO HE KEPT HIS PLACE

AND WHAT IS DONE IS DONE
AND UNDONE CANNOT BE
AND SO HE PUSHED IT FROM HIS MIND

AND STARED OUT ACROSS THE SEA

10. The Wake Of Magellan

[Music & Words: Jon Oliva, Chris Caffery, Johnny Lee Middleton, Paul O’Neill]

As he stood upon the watch deck
Looking out onto the sea
It would offer no solutions
Only silent company

So he took hold of the reasons
As he tried to understand
But they offered just confusion

As they bled into his hands

Dear god

Couldn’t you decide
What should happen to a man’s assassins

Dear god

Is it suicide
I have never been a man of passions

I believe what the prophets said

That the oceans hold their dead
But at night when the waves are near
They whisper

And I hear

There are wounds that bleed inside us
There are wounds we never see
They are part of our refinements
That allow a man to be

There are wounds that bleed in silence
With aristocratic grace
There are tears we keep beside them
Never seen upon a face

Dear god

Do you think it’s wise
To remember everything that has ever happened

Dear god

Could we compromise
Or must the shadows of this night be everlasting

I believe what the prophets said

That the oceans hold their dead
As I contemplate this stand
What I do

Is who I am

I believe what the prophets said

That the oceans hold their dead
But at night when the waves are near
They whisper

And I hear

Don’t see the storms are forming
Don’t see or heed the warning

Don’t hear the sound of tyrants
Surrounded by the silence

Columbus and Magellan and De Gama
Sailed upon the ocean
In a world of ignorance
With thoughts so primitive
That men were killed

With no more will
Than that they simply had the notion
But in this world of heartless men
This thing they never did

Don’t hear it
Don’t hear it
Don’t hear it
Don’t hear it

Got to keep it underground
Pretend you never heard a sound

If they find it kill it blind it
If they find it kill it blind it

Lord tell me what is to be
Lord tell me what is to be

They whisper and I hear

AFTER A NIGHT OF LITTLE SLEEP
HE OPENED THE GANGWAY DOOR
AND FELT HIS WORLD COLLAPSING

NOT BELIEVING WHAT HE SAW

FOR THERE WITH HANDS ABOVE HIS HEAD
WAS A FOURTH STOWAWAY
TRYING TO SURRENDER
NOT KNOWING THE PRICE HE WOULD PAY

MIGUEL KNEW HE MUST ACT QUICKLY
IF THE LAD WAS TO HAVE ANY HOPE
SO HE POINTED TO THE CAPTAIN
AND RAN A FINGER CROSS HIS THROAT

AND THOUGH HE SPOKE LITTLE ENGLISH
THE STOWAWAY SEEMED TO UNDERSTAND
AND FOLLOWED MIGUEL TO A HIDING SPOT
AND PLACED HIS LIFE INTO HIS HANDS

AFTER MANY DAYS IN FEAR
THEY SAFELY REACHED THE PORT
AND THERE THE STOWAWAY WAS SET FREE
AND THE CAPTAIN BROUGHT TO COURT

BUT THEN THINGS TOOK AN EVIL TWIST
AND JUSTICE SEEMED TO FAIL
FOR MIGUEL WAS HELD AS A REFUGEE
AND THE CAPTAIN FREED ON BAIL

AND THE COMPANY OF THE MAERSK DUBAI
BROUGHT LAWYERS BY THE PACK
WHO WOULD SEARCH FOR TECHNICALITIES
TO LET THE CASE SLIP THROUGH THE CRACKS

SO WHILE THE LAWYERS SEARCH FOR LOOPHOLES
MIGUEL STILL SITS AND WAITS
IN SOME SMALL ROOM, HIS FUTURE RUINED
WHILE JUSTICE HESITATES

AND I WONDER WHAT THE CAPTAIN THINKS
EACH EVENING IN HIS BED
AND IF HE SHARES HIS DREAMS AT NIGHT
WITH THE RECENT DEAD

FOR CAPTAIN THERE WILL BE A DAY
WHEN YOUR SOUL WILL WASH UP ON HEAVEN’S SHORE
I PRAY THAT WHEN YOU REACH THAT DAY
THAT GOD’S MERCY IS MORE THAN YOURS

AND SOMETIMES IN THE EVENING
MIGUEL WILL TAKE LONG WALKS
AND LIKE THE OLD SAILOR BEFORE HIM
WITH THE OCEAN HE WILL TALK

AND AS HE WALKS ALONG
HE BREATHES IN THE OCEAN’S MORPHINE MIST
AND LOOKING ONCE MORE ACROSS THE NIGHT
DARES THE STARS TO GRANT A WISH

11. Anymore

[Music & Words: Jon Oliva, Paul O’Neill]

Don’t want to walk upon the water
Don’t want to look across the waves
Instead of seeing hills of water

I just see markers on their graves

But in the fading of a season
To look across an empty sky
For a forgotten childhood reason
To once more wish that you could

Close your eyes and just believe again
There’s a god does he remember when
We were young and faith was not pretend

Anymore
Anymore
Anymore
Anymore

And in the night he sees the ocean
Carve its thoughts upon the shore
For in the way it was created
It can do this and nothing more

And every message it would leave him
The next wave carefully erased
As the tears that passed between them

Were so real that you could

Close your eyes and just believe again
There’s a god and he remembers when
We were young and faith was not pretend

Anymore
Anymore
Anymore
Anymore

And all at once the waves were getting
Higher
And as they crashed I thought I heard them say
There’d be a time when men would all be wiser
When everyone, everyone,

Yes everyone is

Saved

AND AS HE WALKED AWAY HE THOUGHT ABOUT
THAT THIRD STOWAWAY ONCE MORE
AND WONDERED IF THE BODY HAD WASHED UP
UPON SOME FAR AND DISTANT SHORE

OR IF IT SANK DOWN THROUGH THE DEPTHS
OF COLD REALITY
TO REST UPON THE OCEAN FLOOR
FOR ALL ETERNITY

FOR AT THE BOTTOM OF THE SEA
THE DEAD DO NOT FEEL PAIN
AND NEATH THE OCEAN MADE OF TEARS

THEY NEVER FEAR THE RAIN

BUT WHAT HAD REALLY HAPPENED
WAS A STRANGER TWIST OF FATE
THAT THE DECKHAND WAS TO NEVER KNOW
BUT TO YOU I WILL RELATE

12. The Storm

[Music: Jon Oliva, Al Pitrelli, Paul O’Neill]

[Instrumental]

13. The Hourglass

[Music & Words: Jon Oliva, Al Pitrelli, Paul O’Neill]

Standing alone by the edge of a river
He’s traded his life for a glass full of tears
The bargain was quick for one’s life is less dearer
When the sand’s running out and the ending is near

The ending is near
The ending is near
The ending is…

The man climbed aboard and set sail for the ocean
He put on the mast all the canvas she’d take
Then laid himself down on the deck neath the tiller
The ship was his coffin this moment his wake

Runaway reasons
Runaway seasons
Time is a treason

That I give back to you now

The wind touched the sail and the ship
Moved the ocean
The wind from the storm set the course she would take
From a journey to nowhere towards a soul on the ocean

From the wake of Magellan to Magellan’s wake

Runaway reasons
Runaway seasons
Everything in it
Hours and minutes
You take tomorrow

Because it means nothing
To me
To me

To…

In the dark he heard a whisper
Asking him to understand
In the desert look for water
On the ocean look for land

In the dark he heard a whisper
Asking him to understand
In the desert look for water
On the ocean look for land

And there in the waves
Was a man in his grave
That he saw in the night
‘Tween the flashes of light
And he

Could not be there

And all he had prayed

Or had given away
He now found to be wrong
In the grip of the storm
And he
Could not be there

Could you keep our lives together
Safely back onto the shore
Could you grant this last illusion
Only this and nothing more

Could you keep our lives together
Safely back onto the shore
Could you grant this last illusion
Only this and nothing more

And all at once the heavens bled their fire
The anchor broke the chains they flew away
And suddenly the waves were reaching higher
And in the dark I thought I heard them say

[1.]
Could you keep our lives together
Safely back onto the shore
Could you grant this last illusion
Only this and nothing more

BUT WHAT THE SAILOR DID NOT KNOW
AND WOULD NEVER LEARN
WAS ON THAT BEACH NOW FAR AWAY
THE YOUNG CHILD HAD RETURNED

AND FINDING THE BROKEN HOURGLASS
HE RESET IT UPRIGHT
THEN PLACED SAND FROM THE BEACH INSIDE
AND PLACED THE LID ON TIGHT

THEN EXAMINING HIS HANDIWORK
HE LEFT IT IN THE SAND
AND THEN HE QUICKLY RAN BACK HOME
THINKING GOD WOULD UNDERSTAND

[simultaneously – add a new stanza each second time]

[2.]
Everything I ever had for one more tomorrow
Everything I ever had for just one more night
And if this is not to be I pray could I borrow
Just another final hour onto my life

[3.]
Did you ever really want to
Did you ever really want to

[4.]
Lord, tell me how it will be
Lord, tell me how it will be

[all together]
Nothing more
Nothing more
Nothing…

Standing once more by a boat on a river
He pushes it off while he stays on the land
And seeing the hourglass now so much clearer

Which someone had refilled by hand

And somewhere that boat’s now adrift on the
Ocean

The mast at full sail and there’s no one on board
The hourglass no longer sits by the ocean
Only his footprints all alone on the shore
And soon they’re no more
No more

No more

NOW OUR STORY’S NEARLY OVER
AND WE’VE REACHED THE FINAL SCENE
BUT WE’RE SURE THAT SOME HAVE WONDERED
WHAT HAD HAPPENED IN-BETWEEN

FROM THE MOMENT WHEN THE BOY WAS SAVED
AND THEIR BOAT HAD REACHED THE SHORE
WELL, THEY TALKED ABOUT LIFE AND DEATH

AND PERHAPS A LITTLE MORE

THE BOY SAID HE’D BEEN A STOWAWAY
ABOARD THE “MAERSK DUBAI”
WHEN THE CAPTAIN HAD HIM THROWN TO THE SEA
AND LEFT HIM THERE TO DIE

AT THIS THE OLD SAILOR HAD STOOD UP
HIS FACE NOW FILLED WITH RAGE
AND SWORE THAT HE WOULD NEVER REST
UNTIL THAT CAPTAIN HAD BEEN CAGED

BUT THE BOY IMPLORED THE SAILOR
THAT HE NOT SAY A WORD
BECAUSE HE WAS AN ILLEGAL IMMIGRANT
AND AS OF RECENTLY HE’D HEARD

THAT GOING TO THE AUTHORITIES
COULD OFTEN BE UNWISE
WHEN ONE’S PAPER WERE ILLEGAL
THE POLICE JUST MIGHT NOT SYMPATHIZE

SO WHEN THEY REACHED THE HARBOR
WITH THEIR JOURNEY AT AN END
HE LEFT THE BOY ON ANOTHER SHIP
WHOSE CAPTAIN WAS A FRIEND

AND WHEN HE SAW IT PULL TO SEA
AND WAS ONCE MORE ALL ALONE
HE LEANED AGAINST THE TILLER
AND TURNED HIS SHIP BACK HOME

EVENTUALLY HE REACHED THAT BEACH
HE’D LEFT THE NIGHT BEFORE
THEN STEPPED A LAST TIME FROM THE BOAT
AND WADED TO THE SHORE

THEN THE OLD MAN PICKED THE GLASS UP
THAT HE HAD LEFT BEHIND
AND HEADED FOR THE SMALL CAFE
FOR IT WAS NEARLY TIME

AND THE OCEAN WATCHED HIM LEAVING
TO FIND HIS LADY FAIR
AND AS HE LEFT HE HEARD HER LAST WORDS
DRIFTING IN THE AIR

THAT EVERY MAN

IS BORN YOU SEE
BENEATH THE SWORD

DAMOCLES

FOR YOUNG AND OLD
ARE ALL ALIVE
ON THAT NEXT BEAT

ON WHICH WE RIDE

AND THAT BEAT IS SUCH
A FRAGILE THING
IN BOTH OLD MEN
OR YOUTHFUL KING

AND THAT BEAT

STANDS ALL ALONE YOU SEE

BETWEEN US

AND BLACK ETERNITY

AND UNTIL THAT TIME
WHEN DEATH WON’T WAIT
LET EACH MAN RAGE

AGAINST HIS FATE

14. This Is Where You Should Be

[Music and Lyrics by Jon Oliva]

[verse 1]
Time, it slips away
Life it carries on
I remember telling you a dream

About a girl that I had seen
The kind that steals your heart away
Then she fades into the night

All I remember are her eyes
I wish she could be found

[chorus 1]
My heart can feel her
My arms can’t reach her
I want you back, oh, baby I need to see you!
here with me yeah

This is where you should be, oh

[verse 2]
She’s a fantasy
A vision i can’t resist

I search the darkness of my mind
To try and find the reason why
She’s only in my dreams

Well she better do it
Will i ever see her again?
Does she know I want her know?

[chorus 1]
My heart can feel her
My arms can’t reach her
I want you back, oh, baby I need to see you!
here with me yeah

This is where you should be
Oh
This is where you should be
Oh Oh

My heart can feel her
My arms can’t reach her
I want you back, oh, baby i need to see you
here with me yeah

This is where you should be
Oh
This is where you should be
oh
This is where you should be
Oh
This is where you should be
Oh

15. Desiree (Acoustic Piano Version)

[Bonus Track]

[Music and Lyrics by Jon Oliva]

[verse 1]
Desiree, listen to your heart
Have the dreams all been scattered
Or are the words just parts

’cause in these ruins alone
I’ve been watching you
A ghost among these stones
Desiree I’ve got to tell you

[chorus 1]
What goods a tear without a face
To suffer its downward fall from grace
and across my heart, Desiree I wish you’d see…

Scars are the wounds that we all show
Time only heals if you let go
If you’re letting go, Desiree I wish you’d think of…

[verse 2]
If you only take chances, when every angle is safe
Have partnerless dances, and castles where you wait
But I see far away, a distance in your eye
As you go on alone, piling up your alabis

[chorus 1]
What goods a tear without a face
To suffer its downward fall from grace
and across my heart, Desiree I wish you’d see…

Scars are the wounds that we all show
Time only heals if you let go
If you’re letting go, Desiree I wish you’d think of…

[sub-chorus 1]
Lost in a movie script, with no words left to say
You leave on that plane alone
And there inside a midnight fog
I turn and walk away…

[chorus 2]
What goods a tear that falls from grace
What goods a life that leaves no trace
When its time is done, Desiree I wish you’d see…

Who needs a heart that never bleeds
Never retreats and never needs
If it’s all alone, Desiree I wish you’d think of… me

16. Somewhere In Time / Alone You Breathe

[Acoustic Bonus Track]

[Written by Jon Oliva, Paul O’Neill]

So what can I tell you
If life’s the length of this play
Perhaps God gave the answers
To those with nothing to say

The years are forgiven
If God’s forgiving and kind
Perhaps we’ll all find the answers
Somewhere in time
Somewhere in …

You were never one for waiting
Still I always thought you’d wait for me
And have you from your dreams awakened
And from where you are what do you see

Which of us is now in exile
Which in need of amnesty
Are you now but an illusion
In my mind alone you breathe

You believed in things that I will never know
You were out there drowning but it never showed
Till inside a rainswept night you just let go

You’ve thrown it all away
And now we’ll never see the ending to the play
The grand design, the final line
And what was meant to be

In the dark a distant runner
Now has disappeared into the night
Leaving us to stand and wonder
Staring from this end into your life

You believed in things that I will never know
You were out there drowning but it never showed
‘Til inside a rainswept night you just let go

You’ve thrown it all away
And now we’ll never see the ending to the play
The grand design, the final line
And what was meant to be

17. Sleep

[Piano Bonus Track]

[Written by Jon Oliva, Criss Oliva, Paul O’Neill]

Hey there you
Way out there in the distance
Can you hear me
Are you there

I know it’s late
So please forgive my persistence
But I’m hanging
Do you care

So lay back
Call off the attack
Cause if you look deep
Dreams are nothing that I lack
And all I seek
A final chance to speak
And I would let the whole thing keep
If I could just sleep

Hey there you
Way out there could you show me
Just a signal
Or a sign
That after all
All these years that you’ve known me
And I’m not just killing time

So lay back
Call off the attack
Cause if you look deep
Dreams are nothing that I lack
And all I seek
A final chance to speak
But I would let the whole thing keep
If I could just sleep

As I lay there late at night
Building castles in the air
Out of alibis and all those little lies
And then I look inside
And pray that I don’t care

I don’t care

I don’t care

Hey there you way out there in the distance

18. Stay

[Acoustic Bonus Track]

[Written by Jon Oliva, Criss Oliva, Paul O’Neill]

Hey child
Out on your own
You never look back
Never called home
You never turned round
Tell me the games that you play

Nighttime
Wander the streets
You never give ground
Never retreat
You’re always Oz-bound
Have all the dreams been betrayed

Stay
Here where dreams tend to stray
Here you’re safe when the night fades away
When the night fades away

Hey there
Oz-refugee
You took the wrong road
Hatters and tea are all that you found
Out on the great white way

Times change
You never did
Life came
You overbid
Join us
Vassals of courvasier

Stay
Here where dreams tend to stray
Here you’re safe when the night fades away
When the night fades away

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