Tonio K. - The Rake's Progress

LIKE MY FATHER BEFORE ME

I CONSIDER A PAST / I CAN’T UNDERSTAND

AS I GRASP AT A MOMENT THAT SLIPS THROUGH MY HANDS

AND I STUMBLE TOWARD A FUTURE

HALF FAITH AND HALF FEAR

AND MY INNOCENT VISIONS NO LONGER SO CLEAR …

I WALK ON

NOW I DON’T KNOW WHERE THE DAYS GO

THEY TURN INTO WEEKS / THEY TURN INTO YEARS

SUMMERS TURN INTO CHRISTMAS

THEN THEY ALL DISAPPEAR

AND CHILDREN TURN FROM THEIR CHILD-LIKE TRUST

AS THEIR LAUGHTER IS TURNED INTO TEARS

STILL THEY LISTEN FOR THE VOICES

THAT WE ALL USED TO HEAR

THEY WALK ON

FROM THE FLASH OF CONCEPTION

TO THE FLOWERS ON A GRAVE

FROM THE JOY OF A BIRTH

TO THE COMING OF AGE

FROM THE FREEDOM OF THE SCHOOL YARD

TO THE MAN AT HIS WORK

FROM THE SAFETY OF A MOTHER’S ARMS

TO THE ENDS OF THE EARTH

WE WALK ON …

WE WALK ON THROUGH THE DARKNESS

WE WALK ON TOWARD THE LIGHT

THROUGH THE CONFUSION AND ILLUSION

THROUGH THE FLOODS AND THE FIRE

WE WALK BACK TO THE FUTURE

WALK AWAY FROM THE FLAME

WE WALK BACK TO THE BEGINNING

WHERE WE’RE GIVEN A NEW NAME

WE WALK ON

WE WALK ON