Atlas

It’s all hats off now, all drum rolls and applause

By a sleight of the hand you will turn them into dust

Or face to face you will lead them by their faults

Drag your feet in the sawdust

Eaten alive? Just stare it out…

It’s all good luck charms, all trying to understand

And deep inside we will always hope for the worst

You say you keep them close but they’re closer than you think

Drag your feet in the sawdust

Eaten alive? Just stare it out…

Next spring will bring you back again

You’ll sigh and crack the whip for us

And maybe you will be the one

Who’ll draw the line in the sand

For us to cross

It’s all pat backs now, all painting portraits time

But maybe when the night comes, you’ll open up the cage

You’ll open up the cage