Summer 2006
Remember when it looked like we might have another war in the Middle East? I mean, we kind of did, but fortunately the end of the world wasn’t actually at hand. Nonetheless, that’s the perspective here. Some of it is maybe a little too topical.
Some say the only way to live is to die for something
Others claim the only way to die is to live for nothing
Others say that nothing lies beyond the reach of time
And others will insist that even God Himself is blind
But the watchmaker just whistles to himself and keeps his secrets
Whispers to the wisest maybe, or maybe to the meekest
So watch out for the weakest who are one day due for greatness
My watch only warns me of the hour and all its lateness
And the raindrops pound on the windows
And the whirlwinds howl through the rainbows
The witching hour approaches, but which hour isn’t clear
Cassandra shouts a schedule out but no one seems to hear
While the Holy Land just holds it’s breath for the choice of the chosen ones
And on the other side the madmen argue who should hold the guns
And faith is lost in fateful men with faith in God and war
Who step out from their silver spoons but stumble through the storm
And eastward in the aftermath they fill the cuckoo’s nest
With spears to spite the lion’s roar that echoes in the west
And peace is sought by piecemeal parts with offers set in stone
To tempt a so-called son of god who holds his father’s throne
But the watchmaker just whistles to himself and keeps his secrets
Whispers to the wisest maybe, or maybe to the meekest
So watch out for the weakest who are one day due for greatness
My watch only warns me of the hour and all its lateness
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