There’s a River of Tears,
And it runs through the years,
And its vessels are piloted by nightmare machines
There’s a River of Tears,
And it spans ‘cross the years,
And its vessels are piloted by nightmare machines

But We’ll fight them You and Me,
We’ll ignite them, With gasoline,
We’ll defy them,
And set ourselves free.

There’s a River of Gold,
That’s the dream that we’re sold
To keep us pointing our fingers at each other. There’s a River of Gold,
At least that’s what we’re told
By a hoard of hoarding cowards in their towers,

But we
Will rise up
Beneath the soles of their feet.
We’ll uproot them,

Sever stamen, crush seed.
We’ll unseat them,
And set ourselves / free

Once there was a River of Shadow,
And a River of Light,
But they collided,
And could not be divided again.
Was a River of Light,
And a River of Shadow,
But then they collapsed, Oh
To an Ocean of Time

Entropy,
Doesn’t care for your greed,
We could spin out,
Or tether our Wings,
To the ground,
To declare ourselves free.

There’s a River of Fire,
And a River of Ice,
And where they meet spring forth
the waters, oh, that brought us life

There’s a River of Ice,
And a River of Fire,
They feed the roots that sprouted
Out to every Kingdom far and wide
And our last chance
Of turning the tide,
Will burn out
When all the Rivers run dry...

[Matt’s weeping guitar solo]

There’s a River of Death,
And we’re all only one breath
Away from visiting its banks
To pay our own respects.

There’s a River of Death,
So when you’ve got nothing left,
Just don’t forget a quarter

For the Ferryman values one thing.
Down below
As up above, it would seem.
No asylum
From the Empire of Green
So wise up;
Nothing is ever quite free.

Eyes to the Eastern skyline,
Towering shapes that cut my eyeline
Then eyes to the West coast,
From sea to shining sea, a sea of forgotten love I boast,

Eyes to Indiana,
A restless heart lost in San Francisco
Then Eyes to Boston Harbor,
I thought that love would take me farther.

Oh, there’s light on the highway up ahead,
As gentle thoughts drift through my head,
Cuz I know somewhere
There’s a life for me to live,

It could be far away,
Or somewhere close to home,
I know, I know,
I know, I know.

Eyes to lonely Allston,
Where ghosts play pranks
On drunken freshmen,
Then Eyes to Brighton Hill,
A year of bliss,
Nothing amiss,
Until I nearly lost my Will

There’s light on the highway up ahead,
As gentle thoughts drift through my head,
Cuz I know somewhere
There’s a life for me to live,

It could be far away,
Or somewhere close to home,
I know, I know,
I know, I know.

Occhi all’Arezzo vecchio (Eyes to old Arezzo)
Ho travato un amore nuovo, in me stesso
(I learned a new love, in myself)
Occhi al Galway Bay, (Eyes to Galway Bay)
Adrift no more,
I made my own way.

Oh, there’s light on the highway up ahead,
As gentle thoughts drift through my head,
Cuz I know somewhere
there’s a life for me to live,
It could be far away,
Or somewhere close to home,
I know, I know,
I know, I know.

On 57th, near St. Clair,

The wind blew trash into the air,
And dancing plastic filled the sky,
Like clear white birds against the night,
And I know somewhere there’s a dream of me and you,
It’s true, it’s true,
It’s true, it’s true.

On 57th, near St. Clair,
The wind blew trash into the air,
And dancing plastic filled the sky,
Like clear white birds against the night,
And I know somewhere there’s a dream of me and you,
It’s true, it’s true,
you’re trash, it’s true
it’s true, it’s true.

There: high up on the hill,
Beneath the old windmill,
Sat King Will.

Will, in long lost times, had lost his crown.
His kingdom walls had all come down.
And he grew horns above his brow.

Lost. He watched the wind do what it could,
Spinning slats of ancient wood.
And he saw that it was good.

He rose and wandered to the farmer’s door,
To ask him what his crops were for,
And he said: “Money”

And Will said “What about house and home?
What about the kids that you’ve grown?
What about the food in your throat?
What about your wife when she moans?
What about the stars that you own?”

The farmer replied,
He had previously lied,
And his wife, it seemed,
had died (please don’t lose)
From a tumor in her side (yourself to grief)
And in Will he did confide, (my love)
That money, oh, money was his way to hide.

Then Will made his way to town,
And as we walked on altered ground,
He was shocked by what he found.

Although the sun was shining bright,
The piazza bathed in light,
All the people were inside.

He ran in circles searching through the night
For someone to confess his plight
And he found me.

And I told him of so long ago
When I first left my home,
Trying to live on my own,
So much I didn’t know,
Of things written in parchment and stone.

Then Will reminded me, (say goodbye)
I had left my family, (to your family)
And in trying to be free, (You left us)
I had cast them out to sea, (But we
can wait)
But I knew I’d had to leave, (forever)

So I asked him,
“O, What was it better to be?”
Of love he’d found and lost,
Of distant bridges he had crossed,
Of poor decisions he had made without considering the cost.
At long last, he turned his face to see,
The expectant expression upon me,
Whom had waited patiently.

He said “Fill your life,
With time outside,
With love you cannot hide,
with your doors open wide.
Don’t be afraid
Of mistakes that you have made,
But be aware the part you’ve played,
In others’ lives.

With that,
Will walked into the sea,
Exiting most gracefully,
As he waved his hand to me.
Alone at last,
Upon a foreign shore,
Not knowing at all what’s in store,
I feel free.