We are men of action
Lies do not become us

Men of contemplation
Also live among us

Women also swimmin'
In lakes near Misty Mountain

She her as she walks
Near yon cool crystal fountain

I still am waiting
Searching for the seekers

My brother Sam is dead
Said young Tim Meeker

The wars continue on
No peace, no peace, no peace

Jonas could see Beyond
And resist the false Release

Rowan is my nephew
But Sully is my neice

The Silence of the Lambs
He said, Helloooo Clarice

I too am a cannibal
At the Eucharistic feast

I too have spent time
In the mystic East

I too have encountered
Jail and the Police

We are spirits in
The material world
Sting's thing does not cease.