SKATING AWAY

Meanwhile back in the year one, when you belonged to no one, you didn’t stand a chance son, if your pants were undone.

‘Cause you were bred for humanity and sold to society One day, you’ll wake up in the present day, a million generations removed from expectations of being who you really want to be.

Skating away, skating away, skating away on the thin ice of the new day.

So as you push off from the shore, won’t you turn your head once more and make your piece with everyone, for those who choose to stay will live just one more day, to do the things they should have done, and as you cross the wilderness, spinning in your emptiness, if you have to, pray, looking for a sign that the universal minds has written you into the passion play.

Skating away, skating away, skating away, on the thin ice of the new day.

And as you cross the circle line well, the ice wall creaks behind, you’re a rabbit on the run, and the silver splinters fly in the corner of your eye shining in the setting sun, well do you ever get to feeling that the story is too damn real and in the present tense? Or that everybody’s on the stage and it seems like you’re the only person sitting in the audience?

Skating away, skating away, skating away, on the San ice of the new day.

Skating away

Lyrics by the genius, Jethro Tull, Ian Anderson. My favorite lyricist of all time. Frankie The Earthman.