They promised her a pocketful of fairy tales An ordinary future through a rain of endless dust His first felt moments melt themselves into dreams Locked away forever, let the sandman set them free Could he walk as tall as other men? His tired mind had fallen to a place held in the past Numbers were like bread to him, a walk in the park on sunday A genius in agency Walked the long, thin line between hero and fallacy Taking his words so free All the while, he's carrying a light along the way To brighten all around him, though darkness veils the day Unbeknownst to him he's crawling through the haze Forty years had come and gone away Temporarily clutching to the colors of blue and gray Keeping records of all he's said and done An idiot savant in everyone else's eyes Would you ever pray for me? or carry my bags for me? I've always been there for you. I've walked the thin line between hero and fallacy You've been taking my words so free. would i call for them? To follow my road, you'd last not long my friend Could i be wrong? I'll have the last laugh on you today. I'll walk on your heels as you're walking away A long time ago i wouldn't have traveled so far Keep your eyes on the past and watch me walk through that door Too young to feel, too blind to look the other way While i had gently fallen, i also thrust myself free Yes, i set myself free. if i could be anywhere, i would be everywhere That you could not pelt.