Tracks

01. The Ocean
02. Welcome
03. Turns To Me
04. Morning Sun
05. Another Way
06. Blackjack Guillotine
07. Paragons Of Innocence
08. Complaint In The System
09. Underture
10. The Wake Of Magellan
11. Anymore
12. The Storm
13. The Hourglass
14. Somewhere In Time/Alone You Breathe
15. Sleep
16. Stay



01. The Ocean

Music by Jon Oliva
[Instrumental]


02. Welcome

Music by Jon Oliva
Lyrics by Jon Oliva, Paul O'Neill
The lights come on

The set is down
The curtain's flown away
To all you creatures of the night
I say it's time we play

We'll show you things

That in your life
You'd never dreamed you'd know
So now before the ghosts arrive
It's welcome to the show

Minstrels, kings, explorers
Fantasies on order
Ghosts and dreams awakened
Stories long forsakened

The minstrel and the sorcerer
Are switching their disguise

The jester drinks and starts to think

That he alone is wise

The governor and journalist
Exchange a judas kiss
And now before the song is done
The plot begins to twist

Ghosts and lost explorers
Fate with all her daughters
Saints and hopeless sinners
Wise men in their winters
Know

Welcome to the show
Welcome to the show
Welcome to the show
Welcome to the show

His life was nearly over
As he stood upon the beach
Thinking about death and the ocean
While still safely out of reach

And he held there in his hand
A well worn hourglass
And though the sand was still inside

Soon this too would pass

Then he knelt to touch the water
Where the waves would gently fall
Thinking here I touch the ocean
And the ocean touches all

For from a line of countless sailors
He was the last man of his kind
And the world had changed around him
He had no mountains left to climb

And his last name was Magellan
A descendant of the same

Or so he said in late night bars

Though few believed his claim

And so he now talked with the ocean
As he had often done before
But now the waves spoke back to him
As he walked along the shore

For eighty years plus seven
He had been upon this earth
And all of them but eight
He'd spent on that ocean since his birth

But he was not the only one
Who walked along this coast
There was a lady old and pale
To some nearly a ghost

She had once been a great beauty
It was rumored in some bars
When she'd left here many years before
To become a movie star

But every wish is not to be
Ahh this in time she learned
And when her final chance had passed
Back here she had returned

And everyday at six o'clock

She came to a small cafe
And had herself a glass of wine
And then she'd walk away

To others she was gray and old
Not the beauty she'd been before
But it did not matter what she was
What mattered was what he saw

And so for near three years now
He'd watch her everyday
And though they always were so close

He felt so far away

For he could never quite arrange

The words inside his mind
That he could say to make her stay
And he was running out of time

He could not find the words to say
To such a work of dreams
And so he watched her walk away
And always stayed unseen


03. Turns To Me

Music by Jon Oliva, Al Pitrelli
Lyrics by Jon Oliva, Paul O'Neill
Stands all alone
Looks in the mirror
And sees what she wanted to be

Safely unknown

To anyone near her
She sees what she wanted to see
And turns to me
And turns to me

And turns to...

She was prophesied
For an early slide
Followed it to the letter

Well kept beauty queen
If there, always seen
Still you thought she'd know better

No erasing

The time you're wasting
But when you're wasting

You don't care

All those pieces
In short term leases
But when you need them

They're not there

For all those moments of yesterday
She's traded every tomorrow
And now all those moments are so far away
Ghosts haunt each word she would say

As she walks among the decay

She had oscar wilde's

Timeless sense of style
As had been her intention

Still she was afraid
Time must be repaid

And there'd be no redemption

Youth and time collide
She could not decide
On a certain direction

Time was catching up
Carefully made up

She avoided detection

For all those moments of yesterday
She's traded every tomorrow
And now all those moments are so far away
I saw it too
Closer than you
What else is there left to say

Wait for me now
I will be there for you
This I will vow

If you still want me to

But it won't be
This I have always known
And in the dark
There's no one to pray for me now

I don't understand what I'm feeling tonight
I don't understand but I'm waiting
Searching the shadows that fade in the light
But I'm feeling alive
Trying to survive
Float with the tide
Till you arrive and I...

So he now turned to the ocean
Saying it was never meant to be
And the ocean never said a word
Though in truth she disagreed

And on the sand before him
While the waves broke gently white
The ocean listened carefully
As he told her of his life

I have been around the world
I've pursued the moon in flight
I have read the words of shakespeare
By a midnight arctic light

I have run between the dragon's teeth
And lived to tell the tail
I have danced across a stardust sky

And never left a trail

I've seen things few could imagine
And I never will forget
But I've never had a family

And this I do regret

Now all I've loved have gone before me
And of the future I have great doubts
And though it seems I still have time left
I now feel time I can do without

And I have wondered to myself
Why should death set its own time
Is it just a final jest from fate
To add onto her other crimes?

For I have no wish to wait around
While all my senses fade
And one by one return the gifts
That youth so freely gave

Wired to some cold machine
That maps my every breath
And signals at the proper time
Less they should miss my death

And all this service I suspect
Is less done by goodwill
Than by the fear that they should miss
A final chance to bill

So I've decided to leave this world
And have devised a plan
To sail to sea in a small boat
Well out of sight of land

To sail once more upon the deep
Like a viking to his resting place
Then slip forever neath the waves
An exit with some grace

And the ship shall be my coffin
On this last voyage that I take
And my trail left through the water
Will be my final wake

I have done more than thought about this
On my life I've closed every door
I have left a will beside my bed
And the boat is there offshore

And all I ask is your assistance
When that ship is well away from the land
That you send a storm to embrace us
And take us gently in your hand

When he had finished speaking
Some points the ocean did concede
But when he said his final word
She once more disagreed

I'll think about this if I may
I need not rush the tide
For in this world of too little time
There's always time to die

You seem so eager to end this life
And with your death to dance
That you ignored his putrid breath
Now perfumed with romance

The sailor said you cannot understand
The needs or wants of men
So I'll ask you once more for your help
And I shall not ask again

Then the ocean pulled her waves back
And beckoned him stand near
And when he had stepped closer
She whispered in his ear

That every man

Is born you see
Beneath the sword

Damocles

For young and old
Are all alive
On that next beat

On which we ride

And that beat is such
A fragile thing
In both old men
Or youthful king

And that beat

Stands all alone you see

Between us

And black eternity

And though death is surely

Each man's fate
Until that time

Let each man wait

So be careful as you go through life
What you romanticize
I find such things are rarely true
And far more rarely wise

The sailor then listened carefully
And every thought was filed
And though he was still not quite convinced
He agreed to wait awhile

And meanwhile further down the beach
There stood a younger man
And he too felt the sand of time
Was running through his hands

But this youth felt they ran too fast
As he stood near a rusting dock
And heard the waves marking time
Like some relentless clock

He felt his future was not here
Of this he had no doubt

And even though he was eighteen
His time was running out


04. Morning Sun

Music by Jon Oliva
Lyrics by Jon Oliva, Paul O'Neill, Chris Caffery
When you look at the morning sun

Do you see what I see
Or could I be the only one
Seeing just what I need

I envision a different man
Than the one I've become
Pray the ocean will understand
That my time isn't done

Everyone's leading
But nobody's dancing
You stand on the stage

Just to turn all alone
I have waited this way
For a lifetime of days

I can't wait for the morning sun
As I stand with the sea
And the ocean she understands

Just the man I could be

Somewhere else there's a different world

With a sun that will rise
And a moon that will take its place
In another man's eyes

And perhaps it's a better world
Than the one that I see
Or if better for no one else
Perhaps better for me

Here in the dark where the sky shows its Graces
Revealing each star while the moon plays the fool
Saying how it must be while the night disagrees

I can't wait for the morning sun
As I stand with the sea
And the ocean she understands

Just the man I could be

No, no, time doesn't wait for you
No, no, leave it alone
No, no, your days are far too few
This thing I have always known

When your time is up its too late
They never give another day to you

When your time is up it & #146; s through
No one cares how

Can't keep it

Can't save it
Can't take it away with you
So I say we use it now

Now his thoughts gave way to anger
And he loudly cursed at fate
That in a world of opportunities
That he was doomed to wait

That his life could be predestined
To be stuck here on this shore
He could not make himself believe
That there was nothing more


05. Another Way

Music by Jon Oliva, Al Pitrelli
Lyrics by Jon Oliva, Paul O'Neill
Times were changing
Eighteen years and fading
Ain't a lot of time left to be a star

On an island

All alone and dying

Walk upon the water
But you won't get far

Dreams and visions
Tied into decisions
Saw you on a postcard
From the other side

Hope and glitter

Never feeling bitter

Walk upon the water

Just to be your bride

Don't tell me now
That there is nothing more
There is a how
Just like there is a door
And if there's not to be another way
You tell me why

Why

Why

Stay and follow
If the words are hollow
Gotta' go along
'Cause it's all you got

Each day earn them
Turn around and burn them
Think your fitting in
But you hope you're not

Neatly drowning

Every drink your downing
If you drink enough

You'll forget the game

Each illusion

Wrapped in absolution
Live your life in weekends
But it's not the same

Don't tell me now
That there is nothing more
There is a how
Just like there is a door
And if there's not to be another way
You tell me why

Why

Why

Why

And as he stood there cursing fate
For making life so hard
It seemed that fate had listened
For she dealt another card

For arriving in the harbour
Silhouetted against the sky
Was a ship bound for america
And her name, "maersk dubai"

And so when no one else was looking
And the ship was safely moored
He waited for his moment
Then he quickly snuck on board

Then he found himself a hiding place
Between two crates of iron ware
And as for distant america
In his mind he was already there

But what he was unaware of
As they sailed away from shore
Was that there were other stowaways
And he was one of four

And meanwhile the old sailor
Had walked right past that pier
While still conversing with the ocean
On the strengths of his idea

And as he walked he came upon
A youth he thought asleep
But the ocean said that he was not
And brushed a wave against his feet

And when the young man didn't stir
But lay quite still instead
The sailor took a closer look
And saw that he was dead

And all around the body
Was something he had never seen
Little cellophane packages
Marked "blackjack guillotine"

And so he asked the ocean
What these strange packets were

And she answered they held the heroin

That in his blood the youth had stirred

And it is certainly a sign
That things have gotten out of hand
When one can purchase ones own death
And choose it by the brand


06. Blackjack Guillotine

Music by Jon Oliva
Lyrics by Jon Oliva, Paul O'Neill
Blackjack guillotine
Razor sharp

Always clean
Gotta lie
Very wide
Once inside she knows what to do
She knows what to do

Skin tight

China white
Just another neon life
In the vein
Leaves a stain
All the time you know that it's true
You know that its true

So tell me what you had in store
It doesn't matter anymore
It never did, it never will
But I'll be out there waiting still

You're moving fast but leaving tracks
A compromise to your attacks
There comes a time you want to take it back
Back

Back

Back
But can't think of nothing I
Can't think of nothing I
Can't think of nothing I
Lack

Junkie

Credit card
Gotta vein
Goes for yards
Hypnotized
You decide
Every neuron's changing its view
Changing its view

Gentlemen

Summarize
Every lie
Well disguised
Don't forget

Neuron death
In the mind awaiting its cue
Awaiting its cue

And so we found it very mod
The worshiping of lesser gods
And lie they do
For lie they must
For they know it's the lie we trust

And so we're out there laying tracks
Wherever there's a vein to pack
There comes a time you want to take it back
Back
Back
Back
Back
But I can't think of nothing
I can't think of nothing
I can't think of nothing
I lack

The sailor asked how so young a man
Could have fallen into such a trap
And the ocean said the first time was with a friend
Who now can't take it back

It was a friendly gesture
As they all claim at the time
When that friend or kindly stranger
Free of charge gave him his first line

To harm this boy they're sure to say
Was never our intent
And we were as shocked as anyone
With just how far he went

He never thought it dangerous
As he stuck it in his vein
That a needle that had seemed so short

Could reach straight into his brain

It was upon this very beach
That his first line was tried
And who'd have thought way back then
That here is where he'd die

If these words seem repetitious
And the subject beaten dead
The reason that I still say it
Is it still needs to be said


07. Paragons Of Innocence

Music by Jon Oliva
Lyrics by Jon Oliva, Paul O'Neill
You got Lybia you got the Russians
You got civilian planes crashing to the oceans
Airports full of terrorists
Nagi skins anarchists
When are they gonna learn
Better listen to me you son of a bitch
Better disarm those missiles sleeping in the ditch
You have no goddamn right to do the things you do
The world would be a better place if we were rid of you
Of rage and war (4 times)
Every countrys got the bomb
The scientists are working on
Chemical weapons to melt the flesh
With no source of defense
Shoot me Ill shoot you
Like theres nothing better to do
Whos the loser in the end
Better listen to me you son of a bitch
Better disarm those missiles sleeping in the ditch
You have no goddamn right to do the things you do
The world would be a better place if we were rid of you
Of rage and war (4 times)
War broods in foreign lands
Missiles launch upon command
Islam Lebanon what the hell is going on
Ambassadors who say they try
Negotiating suicide
Are they prepared to face the end
Of rage and war


08. Complaint In The System

Music by Jon Oliva
Lyrics by Jon Oliva, Paul O'Neill
Welcome to the system
Here's the situation
It's a bit confusing
Welcome to the maze
Everybody sees what

Everybody wants to
Everyone avoids
Every other gaze

I will be your mentor
I'll be your advisor
I'll do what I do
And you will look away
Forgetting what you see
Has always been much wiser
But someone in the back is
missing what I say

Got a complaint in the system
Got a complaint in the system

Welcome to the park now
We supply amusements
Everybody rides
But everybody pays

What good's causing problems
When no one's complaining
What good is a martyr
If no one is saved

Everybody knows us
Everybody sees us

Every single child

Can tell you where we are

Every politician
Says that we are leaving
But in all this time

We haven't gone too far

Got a complaint in the system
Got a complaint in the system

You should understand it
It's not underhanded
It's really quite simple you see

The right and the wrong of it
Long and the short of it
Black and the white of it
Forget the sight of it
It is so much cheaper

To be no one's keeper

Trust me

In the dead of the night
You can stab with a knife
But it's rare you'll ever get anywhere

So we laugh in delight
Till you turn on a light
And we scatter for the darkness
Or the corners filled with blackness
And we're
There
There

Where
Where
There

Then the sailor turned around
And walked back along the beach
Towards the boat anchored offshore
For his decision had been reached

He then sat down on the sand
Thinking of all he &
#146; d seen that day
And then decided in his mind
It was time to sail away

For the world that I was born to

Clearly no longer exists
And the feeling I should leave it
I can no longer resist

And as he sat there thinking
A mother and her child walked by
And the old sailor's hourglass
Had caught the young boy's eye

So he walked up to the stranger
As only a young child will do
To ask if he could see the hourglass
But then he noticed something new

That the old man he was crying
Though he tried to wipe his eyes
So the child forgot the hourglass
And instead asked the old man why

But before the sailor could answer
The mother said to leave the man alone
And taking the child by the hand
She gently led him home

And as they left the beach

The sand recorded both their tracks
Until they reached the final dune
When the young child he looked back

Then he saw the sailor standing up
The glass falling from his hand
When it hit the ground
the top broke off
And spilled out all its sand

Then the sailor walked up to the sea
And waded to the boat
But instead of pulling up the anchor
He simply cut the rope

And the last thing that the child saw
As they walked out of sight
Was the sailor and his sailboat
Sailing out into the night


09. Underture

Music by Jon Oliva
[Instrumental]


10. The Wake Of Magellan

Music by Jon Oliva, Johnny Lee Middleton
Lyrics by Chris Caffery, Paul O'Neill
As he stood upon the watch deck
Looking out onto the sea
It would offer no solutions
Only silent company

So he took hold of the reasons
As he tried to understand
But they offered just confusion

As they bled into his hands

Dear god

Couldn't you decide
What should happen to a man's assassins

Dear god

Is it suicide
I have never been a man of passions

I believe what the prophets said

That the oceans hold their dead
But at night when the waves are near
They whisper

And I hear

There are wounds that bleed inside us
There are wounds we never see
They are part of our refinements
That allow a man to be

There are wounds that bleed in silence
With aristocratic grace
There are tears we keep beside them
Never seen upon a face

Dear god

Do you think it's wise
To remember everything that & #146; s ever happened

Dear god

Could we compromise
Or must the shadows of this night be everlasting

I believe what the prophets said

That the oceans hold their dead
As I contemplate this stand
What I do

Is who I am

I believe what the prophets said

That the oceans hold their dead
But at night when the waves are near
They whisper

And I hear

Don't see the storms are forming
Don't see or heed the warning

Don't hear the sound of tyrants
Surrounded by the silence

Columbus and Magellan and de gama
Sailed upon the ocean
In a world of ignorance
With thoughts so primitive
That men were killed

With no more will
Than that they simply had the notion
But in this world of heartless men
This thing they never did

Don't hear it
Don't hear it
Don't hear it
Don't hear it

Got to keep it underground
Pretend you never heard a sound

If they find it kill it blind it
If they find it kill it blind it

Lord tell me what is to be
Lord tell me what is to be

They whisper and I hear

After a night of little sleep
He opened the gangway door
And felt his world collapsing

Not believing what he saw

For there with hands above his head
Was a fourth stowaway
Trying to surrender
Not knowing the price he would pay

Miguel knew he must act quickly
If the lad was to have any hope
So he pointed to the captain
And ran a finger cross his throat

And though he spoke little english
The stowaway seemed to understand
And followed miguel to a hiding spot
And placed his life into his hands

After many days in fear
They safely reached the port
And there the stowaway was set free
And the captain brought to court

But then things took an evil twist
And justice seemed to fail
For miguel was held as a refugee
And the captain freed on bail

And the company of the maersk dubai
Brought lawyers by the pack
Who would search for technicalities
To let the case slip through the cracks

So while the lawyers search for loopholes
Miguel still sits and waits
In some small room, his future ruined
While justice hesitates

And I wonder what the captain thinks
Each evening in his bed
And if he shares his dreams at night
With the recent dead

For captain there will be a day
When your soul will wash up on heaven's shore
I pray that when you reach that day
That god's mercy is more than yours

And sometimes in the evening
Miguel will take long walks
And like the old sailor before him
With the ocean he will talk

And as he walks along
He breathes in the ocean's morphine mist
And looking once more across the night
Dares the stars to grant a wish


11. Anymore

Music by Jon Oliva
Lyrics by Jon Oliva, Paul O'Neill
Don't want to walk upon the water
Don't want to look across the waves
Instead of seeing hills of water

I just see markers on their graves

But in the fading of a season
To look across an empty sky
For a forgotten childhood reason
To once more wish that you could

Close your eyes and just believe again
There's a god does he remember when
We were young and faith was not pretend

Anymore
Anymore
Anymore
Anymore

And in the night he sees the ocean
Carve its thoughts upon the shore
For in the way it was created
It can do this and nothing more

And every message it would leave him
The next wave carefully erased
As the tears that passed between them

Were so real that you could

Close your eyes and just believe again
There's a god and he remembers when
We were young and faith was not pretend

Anymore
Anymore
Anymore
Anymore

And all at once the waves were getting
Higher
And as they crashed I thought I heard them say
There'd be a time when men would all be wiser
When everyone, everyone,

Yes everyone is

Saved

And as he walked away he thought about

That third stowaway once more
And wondered if the body had washed up

Upon some far and distant shore

Or if it sank down through the depths
Of cold reality
To rest upon the ocean floor
For all eternity

For at the bottom of the sea
The dead do not feel pain
And neath the ocean made of tears

They never fear the rain

But what had really happened
Was a stranger twist of fate
That the deckhand was to never know
But to you I will relate


12. The Storm

Music by Jon Oliva
[Instrumental]


13. The Hourglass

Music by Jon Oliva, Al Pitrelli
Lyrics by Jon Oliva, Paul O'Neill
Standing alone by the edge of a river
He's traded his life for a
glass full of tears
The bargain was quick for
one's life is less dearer
When the sand's running out
and the ending is near
The ending is near
The ending is near
The ending is...
The man climbed aboard and
set sail for the ocean
He put on the mast all the canvas she'd take
Then laid himself down on the
deck 'neath the tiller
The ship was his coffin this moment his wake
Runaway reasons
Runaway seasons
Time is a treason
That I give back to you now
The wind touched the sail and
the ship moved the ocean
The wind from the storm set the
course she would take
From a journey to nowhere
towards a soul on the ocean
From the wake of Magellan to Magellan's wake
Runaway reasons
Runaway seasons
Everything in it
Hours and minutes
You take tomorrow
Because it means nothing
To me
To me
To...
In the dark he heard a whisper
Asking him to understand
In the desert look for water
On the ocean look for land
In the dark he heard a whisper
Asking him to understand
In the desert look for water
On the ocean look for land
And there in the waves
Was a man in his grave
That he saw in the night
'Tween the flashes of light
And he
Could not be there
And all he had prayed
Or had given away
He now found to be wrong
In the grip of the storm
And he
Could not be there
Could you keep our lives together
Safely back onto the shore
Could you grant this last illusion
Only this and nothing more
Could you keep our lives together
Safely back onto the shore
Could you grant this last illusion
Only this and nothing more
And all at once the heavens bled their fire
The anchor broke the chains they flew away
And suddenly the waves were reaching higher
And in the dark I thought I heard them say
Could you keep our lives together
Safely back onto the shore
Could you grant this last illusion
Only this and nothing more
Everything I ever had for one more tomorrow
Everything I ever had for
just one more night
And if this is not to be I
pray could I borrow
Just another final hour onto my life
Did you ever really want to
Did you ever really want to
Lord, tell me how it will be
Lord, tell me how it will be
Standing once more by a boat on a river
He pushes it off while he stays on the land
And seeing the hourglass now so much clearer
Which someone had refilled by hand
And somewhere that boat's now
adrift on the ocean
The mast at full sail and
there's no one on board
The hourglass no longer sits by the ocean
Only his footprints all alone on the shore
And soon they're no more
No more
No more


14. Somewhere In Time/Alone You Breathe

Music by Criss Oliva, Jon Oliva
Lyrics by Criss Oliva, Jon Oliva, Paul O'Neill
[Somewhere in Time]

So what can I tell you
If life's the length of this play
Perhaps God gave the answers
To those with nothing to say

The years are forgiven
If God's forgiving and kind
Perhaps we'll all find the answers
Somewhere in time
Somewhere in ...

[Alone You Breathe]

You were never one for waiting
Still I always thought you'd wait for me
And have you from your dreams awakened
And from where you are what do you see

Which of us is now in exile
Which in need of amnesty
Are you now but an illusion
In my mind alone you breathe

You believed in things that I will never know
You were out there drowning but it never showed
Till inside a rainswept night you just let go

You've thrown it all away
And now we'll never see the ending to the play
The grand design, the final line
And what was meant to be

In the dark a distant runner
Now has disappeared into the night
Leaving us to stand and wonder
Staring from this end into your life

You believed in things that I will never know
You were out there drowning but it never showed
'Til inside a rainswept night you just let go

You've thrown it all away
And now we'll never see the ending to the play
The grand design, the final line
And what was meant to be


15. Sleep

Music by Criss Oliva, Jon Oliva
Lyrics by Criss Oliva, Jon Oliva, Paul O'Neill
Hey there you
Way out there in the distance
Can you hear me
Are you there

I know it's late
So please forgive my persistence
But I'm hanging
Do you care

So lay back
Call off the attack
Cause if you look deep
Dreams are nothing that I lack
And all I seek
A final chance to speak
And I would let the whole thing keep
If I could just sleep

Hey there you
Way out there could you show me
Just a signal
Or a sign
That after all
All these years that you've known me
And I'm not just killing time

So lay back
Call off the attack
Cause if you look deep
Dreams are nothing that I lack
And all I seek
A final chance to speak
But I would let the whole thing keep
If I could just sleep

As I lay there late at night
Building castles in the air
Out of alibis and all those little lies
And then I look inside
And pray that I don't care

I don't care

I don't care

Hey there you way out there in the distance


16. Stay

Music by Criss Oliva, Jon Oliva
Lyrics by Criss Oliva, Jon Oliva, Paul O'Neill
Hey child
Out on your own
You never look back
Never called home
You never turned round
Tell me the games that you've played

Nighttime
Wander the streets
You never give ground
Never retreat
You're always Oz-bound
Have all the dreams been betrayed

Stay
Here where dreams tend to stray
Here you're safe when the night fades away
When the night fades away

Hey there
Oz-refugee
You took the wrong road
Hatters and tea are all that you found
Out on the great white way

Times change
You never did
Life came
You overbid
Join us
Vassals of courvasier

Stay
Here where dreams tend to stray
Here you're safe when the night fades away
When the night fades away