Lyrics

Questions abound in the lost and the found of this metaphorical station
Banality wins through the cynical grins of those who steal imagination
When the ones who have the least to say always get the final word,
Remember in the end my friends the poets will be heard.

When the words on a page lead to sadness and rage and the nightmares take over the dreaming
Discarding ourselves to some dusty old shelves where the words have long lost their meaning
When the things that you say can make somebody's day or just as easily ruin their dreams
When the truth gets lost you're left counting the cost when you no longer know what it means.

Stood before you a man with a message that's planned to bring hope or maybe just laughter
Incidental ideas just let loose for a while and we'll see where they lead us to after
When the ones who have the least to say always get the final word
Remember in the end my friend the poets will be heard.

The power in your pen can topple countries cripple men who try to keep us in our places
The lyrics that you write will let them know they're in a fight your lines leave bruises on their faces
When they tell you that you have no voice, just raise it up and sing
In a land of empty words my friends the poet is the king.

The journey that you take can be a sentence or escape only you can write your own story
And for every bad decision there's another time you're winning as you head for failure or for glory
But if you're scared of where you may end up you'll never take the trip
In a sea of empty words my friends the poet steers the ship.

The thoughts that tumbled out without a filter or a doubt is just you at your most open
And once the dust has settled on the water under bridges still aflame you'll fix what's broken
The ones who have your back they will be stood in front of you
The ones who never listen will be deafened by the truth and you'll go on.

The chances that you take will build the memories that you make as you travel through your time
And for every voice that tells you no stand up and tell them where to go it's a brave new world and it's mine
And if the current tries to take you out row harder for the shore
In an empty world that takes and takes, the poets give you more

The thoughts that tumbled out without a filter or a doubt is just you at your most open
And once the dust has settled on the water under bridges still aflame you'll fix what's broken
The ones who have your back they will be stood in front of you
The ones who never listen will be deafened by the truth and you'll go on.

Questions abound in the lost and the found in this metaphorical station
The truth it wins through and you know what to do to those who fear imagination
When the ones who have the least to say always get the final word
Remember in the end my friends the poets will be heard.

The thoughts that tumbled out without a filter or a doubt is just you at your most open
And once the dust has settled on the water under bridges still aflame you'll fix what's broken
The ones who have your back they will be stood in front of you
The ones who never listen will be deafened by the truth and you'll go on.
When they tell you that you have no voice just raise it up and sing
Remember in the end my friends the poet is the king