The lights come on The set is down The curtain's flown away To all you creatures of the night I say it's time we play We'll show you things That in your life You'd never dreamed you'd know So now before the ghosts arrive It's welcome to the show Minstrels, kings, explorers Fantasies on order Ghosts and dreams awakened Stories long forsaken The minstrel and the sorcerer Are switching their disguise The jester drinks and starts to think That he alone is wise The governor and journalist Exchange a judas kiss And now before the song is done The plot begins to twist Ghosts and lost explorers Fate with all her daughters Saints and hopeless sinners Wise men in their winters Know Welcome to the show Welcome to the show Welcome to the show Welcome to the show His life was nearly over As he stood upon the beach Thinking about d**h and the ocean While still safely out of reach And he held there in his hand A well worn hourgla** And though the sand was still inside Soon this too would pa** Then he knelt to touch the water Where the waves would gently fall Thinking here I touch the ocean And the ocean touches all For from a line of countless sailors He was the last man of his kind And the world had changed around him He had no mountains left to climb And his last name was Magellan A descendant of the same Or so he said in late night bars Though few believed his claim And so he now talked with the ocean As he had often done before But now the waves spoke back to him As he walked along the shore For eighty years plus seven He had been upon this earth And all of them but eight He'd spent on that ocean since his birth But he was not the only one Who walked along this coast There was a lady old and pale To some nearly a ghost She had once been a great beauty It was rumored in some bars When she'd left here many years before To become a movie star But every wish is not to be Ahh this in time she learned And when her final chance had pa**ed Back here she had returned And everyday at six o'clock She came to a small cafe And had herself a gla** of wine And then she'd walk away To others she was gray and old Not the beauty she'd been before But it did not matter what she was What mattered was what he saw And so for near three years now He'd watch her everyday And though they always were so close He felt so far away For he could never quite arrange The words inside his mind That he could say to make her stay And he was running out of time He could not find the words to say To such a work of dreams And so he watched her walk away And always stayed unseen