This room has a window that calls,
That tells you you've been there before,
A sundial in the sky,
The only reminder of the days passing by.
You my old solitary friend,
For you I would wait til the end,
Just running down the time,
With all of our yesterdays left far behind.
Your debts have all been paid,
So go on and walk away.
I hope out there you'll stay on,
Where we won't cry no more.
The truth turns the needle through north,
And trusts us to follow its course,
But sometimes it's the lie,
That takes the day trembling in all its denial.
Now only one ruling is left,
When no one believes they'll be next,
And trails too far to find,
If every damn stranger's got something to hide.
But guards are overthrown,
The way is wide open for all who'd go,
It's never been so close now,
and there we won't cry no more.
And there we won't cry no more.
There we won't cry no more.
There we won't cry no more.
There we won't cry no more
