Meanwhile back in the year One --- when you belonged to no-one ---
you didn't stand a chance son, if your pants were undone.
`Cause you were bred for humanity and sold to society
one day you'll wake up in the Present Day ---
a million generations removed from expectations
of being who you really want to be.
Skating away
skating away
skating away on the thin ice of the New Day.
So as you push off from the shore
won't you turn your head once more and make your peace with everyone?
For those who choose to stay
will live just one more day
to do the things they should have done.
And as you cross the wilderness, spinning in your emptiness:
you feel you have to pray
Looking for a sign
that the Universal Mind (!) has written you into the Passion Play.
Skating away on the thin ice of the New Day
And as you cross the circle line, the ice-wall creaks behind
you're a rabbit on the run
And the silver splinters fly in the corner of your eye
shining in the setting sun
Well, do you ever get the feeling that the story's
too damn real and in the present tense?
Or that everybody's on the stage, and it seems like
you're the only person sitting in the audience?
Skating away on the thin ice of the New Day
