Tracks

01. Dreamline
02. Bravado
03. Roll The Bones
04. Face Up
05. Where's My Thing? (Part IV, "Gangster Of Boats" Trilogy)
06. The Big Wheel
07. Heresy
08. Ghost Of A Chance
09. Neurotica
10. You Bey Your Life



01. Dreamline

Music by Alex Lifeson, Geddy Lee
Lyrics by Neil Peart
He's got a road map of Jupiter
A radar fix on the stars
All along the highway
She's got a liquid-crystal compass
A picture book of the rivers
Under the Sahara

They travel in the time of the prophets
On a desert highway straight to the heart of the sun
Like lovers and heroes, and the restless part of everyone
We're only at home when we're on the run
On the run

He's got a star map of Hollywood
A list of cheap motels
All along the freeway
She's got a sister out in Vegas
The promise of a decent job
Far away from her hometown

They travel on the road to redemption
A highway out of yesterday -- that tomorrow will bring
Like lovers and heroes, birds in the last days of spring
We're only at home when we're on the wing
On the wing

We are young
Wandering the face of the Earth
Wondering what our dreams might be worth
Learning that we're only immortal
For a limited time

Time is a gypsy caravan
Steals away in the night
To leave you stranded in Dreamland
Distance is a long-range filter
Memory, a flickering light
Left behind in the heartland

We travel in the dark of the new moon
A starry highway traced on the map of the sky
Like lovers and heroes, lonely as eagle's cry
We're only at home when we're on the fly
On the fly

We are young
Wandering the face of the Earth
Wondering what our dreams might be worth
Learning that we're only immortal
For a limited time

We travel on the road to adventure
On a desert highway straight to the heart of the sun
Like lovers and heroes, and the restless part of everyone
We're only at home when we're on the run
On the run...


02. Bravado

Music by Alex Lifeson, Geddy Lee
Lyrics by Neil Peart
If we burn our wings
Flying too close to the sun
If the moment of glory
Is over before it's begun
If the dream is won -
Though everything is lost
We will pay the price,
But we will not count the cost

When the dust has cleared
And victory denied
A summit too lofty
River a little too wide
If we keep our pride -
Though paradise is lost
We will pay the price,
But we will not count the cost

And if the music stops
There's only the sound of the rain
All the hope and glory
All the sacrifice in vain
And if love remains
Though everything is lost
We will pay the price,
But we will not count the cost


03. Roll The Bones

Music by Alex Lifeson, Geddy Lee
Lyrics by Neil Peart
Well, you can stake that claim --
Good work is the key to good fortune
Winners take that praise
Losers seldom take that blame
If they don't take that game
And sometimes the winner takes nothing
We draw our own designs
But fortune has to make that frame

We go out in the world and take our chances
Fate is just the weight of circumstances
That's the way that lady luck dances
Roll the bones

Why are we here?
Because we're here
Roll the bones, roll the bones
Why does it happen?
Because it happens
Roll the bones, roll the bones

Faith is cold as ice --
Why are little ones born only to suffer
For the want of immunity
Or a bowl of rice?
Well, who would hold a price
On the heads of the innocent children
If there's some immortal power
To control the dice?

We come into the world to take our chances
Fate is just the weight of circumstances
That's the way that lady luck dances
Roll the bones, roll the bones

Why are we here?
Because we're here
Roll the bones, roll the bones
Why does it happen?
Because it happens
Roll the bones, roll the bones

Why are we here?
Because we're here
Roll the bones, roll the bones
Why does it happen?
Because it happens
Roll the bones, roll the bones

Jack -- relax.
Get busy with the facts.
No zodiacs or almanacs,
No maniacs in polyester slacks.
Just the facts.
Gonna kick some gluteus max.
It's a parallax -- you dig?
You move around
The small gets big. It's a rig.
It's action -- reaction --
Random interaction.
So who's afraid
Of a little abstraction?
Can't get no satisfaction
From the facts?
Better run, homeboy --
A fact's a fact
From Nome to Rome boy.

What's the deal? Spin the wheel.
If the dice are hot -- take a shot.
Play your cards. Show us what you got --
What you're holding.
If the cards are cold,
Don't go folding.
Lady luck is golden;
She favors the bold. That's cold.
Stop throwing stones --
The night has a thousand saxophones.
So get out there and rock,
And roll the bones.
Get busy!

Roll the bones

Why are we here?
Because we're here
Roll the bones, roll the bones
Why does it happen?
Because it happens
Roll the bones, roll the bones

Why are we here?
Because we're here
Roll the bones, roll the bones
Why does it happen?
Because it happens
Roll the bones, roll the bones

Why are we here?
Because we're here
Roll the bones, roll the bones
Why does it happen?
Because it happens
Roll the bones, roll the bones

Why are we here?
Because we're here
Roll the bones, roll the bones
Why does it happen?
Because it happens
Roll the bones, roll the bones


04. Face Up

Music by Alex Lifeson, Geddy Lee
Lyrics by Neil Peart
You turn my head
I spin my wheels
Running on empty
You know how that feels.

I'm on a roll now, or is it a slide?
Can't be too careful
With that dangerous pride.
If I could only reach that dial inside
And turn it up.

Face up, face up or you can only back down
Face up, hit the target or you better hit the ground
Face up, there's still time to turn the game around
Face up, turn it up or turn that wild card down.

Don't complain
Don't explain
I don't think my new resolve
Can stand the strain.

I'm in a groove now, or is it a rut?
I need some feedback, but all the lines are cut
I get so angry but I keep my mouth shut
And turn it up.

Face up, face up or you can only back down
Face up, hit the target or you better hit the ground
Face up, there's still time to turn the game around
Face up, turn it up or turn that wild card down.

You get all sqeezed up inside
Like the days were carved in stone
You get all wired up inside
And it's bad to be alone.

You can go out you can take a ride
And when you get out on your own
You get all smoothed out inside
And it's good to be alone.

Turn it up
Face up, face up or you can only back down
Face up, hit the target or you better hit the ground
Face up, there's still time to turn the game around
Face up, turn it up or turn that wild card down.


05. Where's My Thing? (Part IV, "Gangster Of Boats" Trilogy)

Music by Alex Lifeson, Geddy Lee
[Instrumental]


06. The Big Wheel

Music by Alex Lifeson, Geddy Lee
Lyrics by Neil Peart
Well I was only a kid, didn't know enough to be afraid
Playing the game, but not the way the big boys played
Nothing to lose, maybe I had something to trade
The way the big wheel spins.

Well I was only a kid on a holy crusade
I placed no trust in a faith that was ready made
Take no chances on a paradise delayed
So I do a slow fade.

Playing for time, don't want to wait for heaven
Looking for love, for an angel to forgive my sins
Playing with fire, chasing something new to believe in
Looking for love, the way the big wheel spins.

Well I was only a kid, cruising around in a trance
Prisoner of fate, victim of circumstance
I was lined up for glory, but the tickets sold out in advance
The way the big wheel spins

Well I was only a kid, gone without a backward glance
Going for broke, going for another chance
Hoping for heaven, hoping for a fine romance
If I do the right dance.

Playing for time, don't want to wait for heaven
Looking for love, for an angel to forgive my sins
Playing with fire, chasing something new to believe in
Looking for love, the way the big wheel spins.

Wheel goes round, landing on a twist of faith
Taking your chances you'll have the right answers
When the final judgement begins.

Wheel goes round, landing on a leap of fate
Life redirected in ways unexpected
Sometimes the odd number wins
The way the big wheel spins.

Playing for time, don't want to wait for heaven
Looking for love, for an angel to forgive my sins
Playing with fire, chasing something new to believe in
Looking for love, the way the big wheel spins.


07. Heresy

Music by Alex Lifeson, Geddy Lee
Lyrics by Neil Peart
All around that dull gray world
From Moscow to Berlin
People storm the barricades
Walls go tumbling in.

The counter revolution
People smiling though their tears
Who can give them back their lives
And all those wasted years?

All those precious wasted years
Who will pay?

All around that dull gray world
Of ideology
People storm the marketplace
And buy up fantasy.

The counter revolution
At the counter of a store
People buy the things they want
And borrow for a little more.

All those wasted years
All those precious wasted years
Who will pay?

Do we have to be forgiving at last?
What else can we do?
Do we have to say goodbye to the past?
Yes I guess we do.

All around this great big world
All the crap we have to take
Bombs and basement fallout shelters
All our lives at stake.

The bloody revolution
All the warheads in it's wake
All the fear and suffering
All a big mistake.

All those wasted years
All those precious wasted years
Who will pay?


08. Ghost Of A Chance

Music by Alex Lifeson, Geddy Lee
Lyrics by Neil Peart
Like a million little doorways
All the choices we made
All the stages we passed through
All the roles we played.

For so many different directions
Our separate paths might have turned
With every door that we opened
Every bridge that we burned.

Somehow we find each other
Though all that masquerade
Somehow we found each other
Somehow we have stayed in a state of grace.

I don't believe in destiny
Or the guiding hand of fate
I don't believe in forever
Or love as a mystical state.

I don't believe in the stars or the planets
Or angels watching from above
But I believe there's a ghost of a chance
We can find someone to love and make it last.

Like a million little crossroads
Through the backstreets of youth
Each time we turn a new corner
Tiny moment of truth.

Somehow we found each other
Through all that masquerade
Somehow we found each other
Somehow we have stayed
In a state of grace.

I don't believe in destiny
Or the guiding hand of fate
I don't believe in forever
Or love as a mystical state.

I don't believe in the stars or the planets
Or angels watching from above
But I believe there's a ghost of a chance
We can find someone to love and make it last.


09. Neurotica

Music by Alex Lifeson, Geddy Lee
Lyrics by Neil Peart
You just don't get it
What it is, well you're not really sure
You move like you're walking on thin ice
Talking like you're still insecure.

Time is a spiral, space is a curve
I know you get dizzy , but try not to lose your nerve
Life is a diamond you turn into dust
Waiting for rescue, and I know that you just don't get it
You just don't get it.

Neurotica, exotica
It's just erotica, hypnotica
It's psychotica, chaotica
It's just exotica, Neurotica.

You just don't get
Baby don't you ask yourself why?
If you don't like the answer forget it
You know I hate to see you cry.

Fortune is random, fate shoots from the hip
I know you get crazy, but try not to lose your grip
Life is a diamond you turn into dust
Looking for rescue and I know that you just don't get it
You just don't get it.

Neurotica, exotica
It's just erotica, hypnotica
It's psychotica, chaotica
It's just exotica, Neurotica.

SNAP!
Hide in your shell, let the world go to hell
It's like Russian roulette to you
SNAP!
Sweat running cold you can't face growing old
It's a personal threat to you
SNAP!
The world is a cage for your impotent rage
But don't let it get to you.

Neurotica, exotica
It's just erotica, hypnotica
It's psychotica, chaotica
It's just exotica, Neurotica.
SNAP!


10. You Bey Your Life

Music by Alex Lifeson, Geddy Lee
Lyrics by Neil Peart
Just another hunter, like a wolf in the sun
Just another junkie on a scoring run
Just another victim of the things he has done
Just another day -- in the life of a loaded gun

The odds get even; you name the game
The odds get even; the stakes are the same
You bet your life...

Just another winner, pours his life down the drain
Just another island in a hurricane
Just another loser, like a cat in the rain
Just another day -- in the path of a speeding train

The odds get even; you name the game
The odds get even; the stakes are the same
You bet your life...

Anarchist reactionary running-dog revisionist
Hindu muslim catholic creation/evolutionist
Rational romantic mystic cynical idealist
Minimal expressionist post-modern neo-symbolist

Armchair rocket scientist graffiti existentialist
Deconstruction primitive performance photo-realist
Be-bop or a one-drop or a hip-hop lite-pop-metallist
Gold adult contemporary urban country capitalist

Just another gypsy with a plastic guitar
Just another dancer with her eyes on the stars
Just another dreamer who was going too far
Just another drunk -- at the wheel of a stolen car

The odds get even; you name the game
The odds get even; the stakes are the same
You bet your life...

Anarchist reactionary running-dog revisionist
Hindu muslim catholic creation/evolutionist
Rational romantic mystic cynical idealist
Minimal expressionist post-modern neo-symbolist

Armchair rocket scientist graffiti existentialist
Deconstruction primitive performance photo-realist
Be-bop or a one-drop or a hip-hop lite-pop-metallist
Gold adult contemporary urban country capitalist