Keep your powder dry and warm

Thru the coming darkest storm

All the fear that's sent your way

Thru your eyes you might wash away

When you can

Still your lantern's strong and bright

Even thru the darkest night

All those paper tigers

All their lies they might have sold you

Might be wasted on

One so young that you're old again

She walks out thru the wind and the rain uh-huh



They can't give you all those things

No pot of gold no big brass ring

Stay on the road for the night has come

Perhaps at dawn we will be like one again



All those paper tigers

All the lies they might have been sold you

Might be wasted on

One so young that you're old again

Sylvia walks out thru the wind and the rain uh-huh

Still the shock rips you thru every nerve

In the bell jar nothing can be heard



I would walk with you

I would talk with you

I would do anything that would get you thru

Draw the line for you

Take the fifth for you

I would stand on a bridge and jump off it too



All those paper tigers

All the lies they might have told you

Might be wasted on

One so young that you're old again

All those paper tigers

All the lies your mother told you

Might be wasted on

One so young that you're old again

She walks out thru the wind and the rain uh-huh



...Dedicated to Slyvia Plath