Where Do We Draw the Line

On your palm an endless wonder

Lines that speak the truth without a sound

In your eyes awaits the tireless hunger

Already looks for prey to run down

So why do we keep up this charade

How do we tell apart the time to leave from the time to wait

What does tomorrow want with me

What does it matter what I see

If it can't be my design

Tell me where do we draw the line

The dance of flames and shadows in the street

Make poetry nobody's ever heard

The weight of loneliness stands on your feet

The cage already there around the bird

So why don't we join the masquerade

Before it all falls apart before our love becomes insatiate

What does tomorrow want with me

What does it matter what I see

If I can't choose my own design

Tell me where do we draw the line

Where's the cooling wind

Where's the evergreen field

Where's my mother's open arms

Where's my father lionheart

S'like the sun's gone down

Sleeps in the hallowed ground now

With the autumn's browns leaves

With the one who never grieves

What does tomorrow want with me

What does it matter what I see

If we all walk behind the blind

Tell me where do we draw the line

Whatever tomorrow wants from me

At least I'm here, at least I'm free

Free to choose to see the signs

This is my line