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You chose with age To speak with a prima ballerina's rage And speak of all the kingdoms That would swoop down Stick around Then proceed to ignore you No flash pot pan, guitar man Or resurrected Apollo myth To seal your fate Feed your plate And just plain worship and adore you But the pills you swill Bring you no thrill So travel lightly on the wing this time Leaving all your baggage behind As you wander through your vagabond stage And find yourself shovelling shit With a rusty jack-handle queen of a broken spade You must not be afraid You must turn the page You wore your goddess down In jaundiced disarray Your halo fell into decay Swiped by those you loved But could not hold in sway behind you And then the dry spell leaves At a low shutter speed Long enough for you to see That you create your own reality And that the wait alone will not enshrine you And the war that you swore Would pour through your door To come to your rescue this time Is all in your mind Now as you wander through your vagabond stage And you find yourself shovelling shit With a rusty jack-handle queen of a broken spade And you find yourself kicking dirt around With your Paris green pumps Of pentacles and precious jade You must not be afraid You must turn the page You dreamt a world of things Like you were a duchess born Or Coretta Scott King And the queen does not invite you over for a tea at her gaff In Scotland Or in Buckingham's back-yard Now I'm sure 'Van the Man' of whom I'm a fan Can surely understand As he said "It is not why, it just is." So therefore you need not remain scarred And in time you'll find That your salvation is mine As you travel lightly on the wing this time Leaving all your baggage behind Now as you wander through your vagabond stage And you find yourself shovelling shit With a rusty jack-handle queen of a broken spade And you find yourself kicking dirt around With your Paris green pumps Of pentacles and precious jade Pulling the roots from your hair Dyed from a bottle You saw in a windows with An 'Everything must go!!' sale sign Prominently displayed And yet waiting for your dancing On the edge of a precipice heart to sing Those serenading soul songs That fulfillingness and consciousness brings Releasing you from your captive cage Replacing love for all your rage Turning your hope on a rope's magic pope kaleidoscope Into a rabbit's foot parade You must not be afraid (Eyes forward babe) You must turn the page One thing is sure And that is change When the water's rising You can't remain Move to dry land Move to dry land You've got to move on