And again, more

It’s been an odd year. An off year? More like I’m joining a conversation but I’m coming in on the wrong syllable. Or I’m just a little out of step, not enough to be noticed, but just enough to feel like I’m trying to constantly to get in line while doing that little weird step/jump to try to get in sync.

I did this show last summer and this show was tough. There’s a LOT of content. I had about 500 “GO cues” not including stand-by’s and warnings. I talked non-stop nearly the entire show. But this song, this was where I’d have a break every night and could listen to these lyrics.

There I was, calling a show and hitting that moment, that little break where I can breathe, and with 10,000 people sitting below me in the seats, I’ve never felt more alone and yet whole at the same time.

Then, the song ends, and BAM the moment is over and I’m talking a thousand miles an hour and all that peace and tranquility is gone.

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No more questions, please.
No more tests.
Comes the day you say, ‘What for?’
Please.. no more.

We disappoint, we disappear, we die, but we don’t.
They disappoint in turn, I fear,
Forgive, though, they won’t.

No more riddles.
No more jests.
No more curses you can’t undo, left by fathers you never knew.
No more quests.
No more feelings. Time to shut the door.
Just.. No more.

Running away, let’s do it.
Free from the ties that bind.
No more despair, or burdens to bear,
Out there in the yonder.
Running away, go to it.
Where did you have in mind?
Have to take care.. unless there’s a 'where’,
You’ll only be wandering blind.
Just more questions.. different kind.
Where are we to go?
Where are we ever to go?
Running away, we’ll do it.
Why sit around, resigned?
Trouble is, son, the farther you run,
The more you’ll feel undefined.
For what you have left undone, and more,
What you’ve left behind.

We disappoint, we leave a mess, we die, but we don’t.

We disappoint in turn, I guess. Forget, though, we won’t.

Like father, like son.

No more giants waging war!
Can’t we just pursue our lives, with our children and our wives,
'Til that happy day arrives, how do you ignore
All the witches, all the curses,
All the wolves, all the lies, the false hopes, the good-bye’s,
The reverses,
All the wondering what even worse is still in store!
All the children.
All the giants..
No more.

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