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 

AHH 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