Tearing Down The Walls

verse 1 I heard a sound outside today, a thousand voices all the same that cried in vane but can't explain the reasons why they all complain. We live among the plastic people, population plain and simple, turning with a curve, shutting out the windows of the world I find so incomplete, where every chess piece that I meet will set the record on repeat and matter not at all. So, save the fables I've been told, I'm headed for the open road, and going where they're tearing down the walls. verse 2 All along the wind was talking, passed aside a sobbing nothing, with his heart taped on his sleeve. Says he has the things I need. Bad disguise but good advice, he said think twice next time you swipe a woman off her feet. She may just fall flat on her face all painted white, not quite alright. There's more than life than that one night when Cindarella left you at the ball. So, here's a lesson in confession, maybe I just need attention. Take me where they're tearing down the walls. verse 3 Where the armies can't surrender, writing up their final stanza, sixth chief commander with a hidden agenda. In the backward image of a prince who rained on high and ignorance while pushing doomsday buttons making puppets out of husbands He said the glass may be half empty and these days i'm always thirsty. Oxygen's a taste I can't recall. While dodging every sidewalk crack, I gave him my reflection back to take him where they're tearing down the walls. verse 4 Far away where moonlight curls, there danced a ruby peasant girl who had a passive style, with a Mona Lisa smile. And that Sunday skirt she liked to wear that made the preacher stop and stare it sure confused her brother and her father never loved her. She turned to me while i played dumb and kissed me with a poison tongue. She melted as my innocence dissolved. I'm sorry, but I've got to go. The thrill of young loves getting old. You'll find out when we're tearing down the walls. Verse 5 The nylon mats beneath the floor that led me to the castle door made up of thorns and briers where the wasted time expires in a thrown room taken from a dream, they executed kings and queens for changing all their minds and filling up the caskets with their crimes against humanity. They begged for me to set them free. I handed them a guillotine that whistles when it falls. I thanked them with my phony eyes. I bluffed my hands and said goodbye and headed where they're tearing down the walls. Verse 6 When the hours meet the minutes, seconds til I finally finish, traveling and tracing when I reached my destination. There were figures standing by the gate. I realized I'd arrived too late, they waited for me as I screamed. The prince, the peasant, king and queen. and then of course the sobbing nothing, manifesting into something. Thus destroying everything that could have been resolved. The seasons changed, the wind got colder. But I said, to starting over. Than I said, to tearing down the walls. Coda So if you want to see some progress, kindly disreguard your logic. Take me where they're tearing down the walls. Take me where they're tearing down the walls.