You are, You are
You are the moment Martha's Madman came out of the darkness
You are the eyeglass of the clearly nearly blind
You are the footprint in the sand of Easter Island
You are the fusion of the furnace of the sun

I am the captain cried across the lonely sea
I am and I'll be what I'll be
I am the soldier sang across the lonely field
I am and I'll do whatever I feel

You are the time between solar fire and the silence
You are the last chord in the symphony of the lost
You are the sign between the high road and the low road
You are the pen in the moving hand of time

You are the last post played by the Alamo soldier
You are a spaceman at the very edge of time
You are the single shaft of sunlight in the nighttime
You are the coolness in the very heat of the fire

You are the moment Martha's madman came out of the darkness
You are, You are
You are the eyeglass of the clearly nearly blind