Pathegoric Solitude

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In a magnetic dawn,
In an airport by the sea
Holds the visa in her hand,
Trying hard to remember what to be
No one is alone in a world so full of sun
Why does she wear a frown
And imagine that she is the only one

Better speak if you get the chance
Everyone wants to learn to dance
Tricky rhythms, just listen to your feet
Take it on down, shuffle down the street
Take it on down, shuffle down the street
Make a little noise just to show 'em that you're sweet

He believes that he's a prophet,
Been sent to do a task
No force on earth could stop it,
Only a jerk would even think to ask
He thinks that he's alone
In a universe of woe
Something must be done;
If he had the choice, he'd be the one to go

So the plane lifts and takes them to the sun
Their eyes dance though they've only just begun
If the beat were missing they couldn't follow through
Listen to them talking, they know just what to do
Listen to them say that they know just what to do
Breathe a little prayer and pretend they really do

When the passion has been ended
And the curtain's coming down
They think that they are empty,
Everything inside of them has drowned
But wait until tomorrow,
As they stare upon the sea
They'll find that there's another
Chance to be before eternity

The clouds lift and the birds begin to dance
Everyone is waking from a trance
A tower stands beside an empty shore
Listen to them asking "Is there anymore?"
Listen to them crying "Is there anymore?"
Won't somebody tell them what they're waiting for.