Dan Fogelberg. Empty Cages. Zeneszám
Waiting in the wings
Your courage sings before you falter
It?s just another way to say
What?s there but never shows
It?s just another day to lay
Your sins before the altar
And where it?s going to end
This time around nobody knows
Every time it seems
That you have gained an understanding
Those devils at your heels reach up
And try to tip the scales
Waking from a dream
You see it?s all been done without you
And every vain attempt to make it stay
Is destined to fail
Fury rages through your restless days
Shades of time that?s gone before
Empty cages where the prisoner plays
?Til the door swings closed behind for evermore
Evermore, evermore
Long before we come of age
We yearn to leave the garden
And wrestle with a myth
The hand of fate has faintly drawn
But somewhere on the way
We feel our hearts begin to harden
And see just as we learn
To turn around, the garden is gone
Fury rages through your restless days
Shades of time that?s gone before
Empty cages where the prisoner plays
?Til the door swings closed behind for evermore
Evermore, evermore
Your courage sings before you falter
It?s just another way to say
What?s there but never shows
It?s just another day to lay
Your sins before the altar
And where it?s going to end
This time around nobody knows
Every time it seems
That you have gained an understanding
Those devils at your heels reach up
And try to tip the scales
Waking from a dream
You see it?s all been done without you
And every vain attempt to make it stay
Is destined to fail
Fury rages through your restless days
Shades of time that?s gone before
Empty cages where the prisoner plays
?Til the door swings closed behind for evermore
Evermore, evermore
Long before we come of age
We yearn to leave the garden
And wrestle with a myth
The hand of fate has faintly drawn
But somewhere on the way
We feel our hearts begin to harden
And see just as we learn
To turn around, the garden is gone
Fury rages through your restless days
Shades of time that?s gone before
Empty cages where the prisoner plays
?Til the door swings closed behind for evermore
Evermore, evermore
Dan Fogelberg
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