The Cutting Line

I'm the wild child wandering

I'm the wise wind pondering

I'm the warmth of the open wood fire

Inside your heart

And underneath your feet

I am the crippled cobbled street

And I'll not break my promises

Or all is dust

Search my heart

Search my mind

For my body grows

Like a temple crumbled over time

And my friends are those

Who steal the diamond's

Drink my wine

And give me up to the cutting line

There's a villain in the luggage cue

He just wants to be rid of you

You'll know him by the clothes he wears

You know him by dancing eyes

Out of every one that he did know

He stole from all except for two

The baker and the bishop's son

He came with lots

He'll leave with none

For cheating men

Are bound to lose

And down there on the canning rise

I did fly

And the truth found

In that hotel bar

You and I

We drank to history

We drank to all that we could find

To the spirit of our grandfathers

And their noble lives

And we passed our judgment through drunken, sunken tear soaked eyes