Living on a lighted stage approaches the unreal For those who think and feel In touch with some reality beyond the gilded cage Cast in this unlikely
Suddenly, you were gone From all the lives you left your mark upon I remember, how we talked And drank into the misty dawn I hear the voices, we ran
A world of difference A world so out of touch Overwhelmed by everything But wanting more so much Call it blind frustration Call it blind man's bluff
To live between a rock and a hard place In between time Cruising in prime time Soaking up the cathode rays To live between the wars in our time Living
One humanoid escapee One android on the run Seeking freedom beneath a lonely desert sun Trying to change its program Trying to change the mode, crack
I see red and it hurts my head I guess it must be somethin' that I read It's the color of your heartbeat A rising summer sun, the battle lost or won
Things crawl in the darkness That imagination spins Needles at your nerve ends Crawl like spiders on your skin Pounding in your temples And a surge of
All that we can do is just survive All that we can do to help ourselves is stay alive All that we can do is just survive All that we can do to help ourselves
Unstable condition, a symptom of life In mental and environmental change Atmospheric disturbance, the feverish flux Of human interface and interchange
It's not how fast you can go The force goes into the flow If you pick up the beat You can forget about the heat More than just survival More than just
The office door closed early The hidden bottle came out The salesman turned to close the blinds A little slow now, a little stout But he's still heading
Imagine a time when it all began In the dying days of the war A weapon that would settle the score Whoever found it first Would be sure to do their worst
So many things I think about When I look far away Things I know, things I wonder Things I'd like to say The more we think we know about The greater the
When we lift the covers from our feelings We expose our insecure spots Trust is just as rare as devotion Forgive us our cynical thoughts If we need too
I see the middle kingdom between Heaven and Earth Like the Chinese call the country of their birth We all figure that our homes, our homes are set above
A to b Different degrees So much style without substance So much stuff without style It's hard to recognize the real thing It comes along once in a while
Words by neil peart, music by geddy lee and alex lifeson I. prelude When our weary world was young The struggle of the ancients first began The gods
A boy alone, so far from home Endless rooftops from my window I felt the gloom of empty rooms On rainy afternoons Sometimes in confusion I felt so lost