On and on the story goes, it appears to have no end
No beginning
And though the battle's fairly fought, it would seem that there's no chance
Of ever winning
I've been left out in the rain
If it were up to me the sun would shine again
I've been stricken where I stand
The ruins of another life reach out across the void
Voices in the dark sky
They sing a song that sounds all wrong, a reason without rhyme
I guess I'll do it my way
I've been left out in the rain
If it were up to me the sun would shine again
I've been stricken where I stand
Horse and rider move as one in flight before the blast
Take care not to stumble
Straining for their destiny, some half-remembered dream
Knowing it must crumble
