The Same Old Rock

All along the ancient wastes the thin reflections spin That gather all the times and tides at once we love within That build the edges round the shrouds that cloud the setting sun And carry us to other days and other days to one And full the single stillness of the mirror that is made By each and every one of all the colours in a shade Inside each eye is sitting like the sword inside the blade And longs for once upon a chance to open love's cascade For here we stand – hand to hand Fighting for the Promised Land And you try to tell me with consternation That you have found me a brand new lock Then you try to warn me that there's only one combination One new sling – the same old rock There is a famous straggler stood on the edge of time Who held the staff but did not feel the pain He multiplied the mystery with utterance sublime And crossed his heart for those who died insane His friend a restless mouthpiece 7000 years of age Trends to flash a face to shape his ways Everlasting light is burning bright inside his cage He's only got to breathe to fan the blaze Such a groove to have him here on-board Her Ladyship The man who makes his living out of bed Such a gas to see him flying through his ceaseless lip One day, someday soon, he'll lose his head And withering in the galleries with eyes fixed on the door Are who and you and me and thanks a lot And those who see but cannot stand to walk on any floor For fear that good is something bad is not But loud and clear is the call In black and white across your wall Damn it all, man, can't you see And you try to tell me with consternation That you have found me a brand new lock Then you try to warn me that there's only one combination One new sling – the same old rock