100000 Telescopes

looking out at all the people

the stranger stares out from the steeple

gazing through the eye machines

searching for a face he's never seen

keeping always very secret

and the flowers grow from nowhere

and the monsters stay in line

and 100000 telescopes won't see me here tonight

and the roundmen scrape their gardens

and the hills are still alive

and 100000 telescopes won't see me here tonight

the boys are hiding in the mountains

drinking from the streams and fountains

sipping from a cup of stone

this is where they made their hidden home

keeping always very secret

and the flowers grow from nowhere

and the monsters stay in line

and 100000 telescopes won't see me here tonight

and the roundmen scrape their gardens

and the hills are still alive

and 100000 telescopes won't see me here tonight