Where Do We Draw the Line

On your palm an endless wonder The lines that speak the truth without a sound And in your eyes awaits the tireless hunger Already looks for prey to run down So why do we keep up this charade? And how do we tell apart the time to leave from the time to wait? What does tomorrow want from me? What does it matter what I see? If it can't be my design Tell me where do we draw the line? Tell me where do we draw the line? The dance of flames and shadows in the street Make poetry nobody's ever heard The weight of loneliness stands on your feet The cage already there around the bird So why don't we join the masquerade Before it all falls apart, before our love becomes insatiate? What does tomorrow want from me? What does it matter what I see? If I can't choose my own design Tell me where do we draw the line? What does tomorrow want from me? What does it matter what I see? If we all walk behind the blind Tell me where do we draw the line? Tell me where do we draw the line? Where's the cooling wind? Where's the evergreen field? Where's my mother's open arms? Where's my father lionheart? It's like the sun's gone down Sleeps in the hallowed ground now With the autumn's brown leaves With the one who never grieves So why do we keep up this charade? And how do we tell apart the time to leave from the time to wait? What does tomorrow want from me? What does it matter what I see? If it can't be my design Tell me where do we draw the line? Whatever tomorrow wants from me At least I'm here, at least I'm free Free to choose to see the sign This is my line