Chris DeGarmo, Geoff Tate)



When I fell from grace

I never realized

how deep the flood was around me.

A man whose life was toil was like a kettle left to boil,

and the water left scars on me.



I know now who I am.

If only for a while,

I recognize the changes.

I feel like I did before the

magic wore thin and the "baptism

of stains" began.



They used to say I was

nowhere, man,

heading down

was my destiny.

But yesterday, I swear,

there was someone else not me.



Here I stand at the crossroads edge,

afraid to reach out for eternity.

One step, when I look down,

I see someone else not me.



Looking back and I see

someone else.



All my life they said I

was going down,

but I'm still standing,

stronger, proud.

And today I know there's

so much more I can be.

I think I finally understand



From where I stand at the crossroads edge

there's a path leading out to sea.

And from somewhere

deep in my mind,

sirens sing out loud

songs of doubt

as only they knew how.

But one glance back reminds, and I see

someone else not me.



I keep looking back

at someone else . . . me?





Typing job done by Raitz.





27th of December 1994