The man, center stage
Shaken but visibly stirred
Is a pale shadow of yesterday
Yesterday
All his troubles seemed so far away.
A victory of Trafalgar proportions
Away in the Far East, with Olympics secured,
And now, in somber mood,
With an effete and defeated French emperor
Standing over his shoulder
Wondering what it would be like
To win and lose a city in a day
Just imagine.
Imagine there’s no hell
It’s not easy when you try
Those still interred underground
Go down, down, down
And in the distance emerges the Styx
Only before seen in nightmares
Hades takes over from the Angel
The Cross moves from Kings to the Devil
All those lonely people
Where do they all go now?
A long and winding road
For lonely dying people
Oh, for sunshine on a cloudy day
Please, don’t take our sunshine away
But Tony, don’t carry the world on your shoulder
The yellow rose of Texas wants to hold your hand
Help him if you can and
Take a sad day and make it better
Hey dudes, don’t let us down
Turn on your axis of evil
Bring home your purveyors of shock and awe
Remember those who were wiser than thou
The evil that men do lives after them
The good is oft interred in their bones
It’s now or never for you
As the souls go marching on
Liverpool, England, July 2005
