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 forsaken
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