Paint Me Blue
You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles,
a hundred miles, a hundred miles, a hundred miles, a hundred miles,
You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles.
Lord I'm one, Lord I'm two, Lord I'm three, Lord I'm four,
Lord I'm 500 miles from my home.
500 miles, 500 miles, 500 miles, 500 miles
Lord I'm five hundred miles from my home.
Not a shirt on my back, not a penny to my name
Lord I can't go a-home this a-way
This a-away, this a-way, this a-way, this a-way,
Lord I can't go a-ho
Xavier
John Francis Dooley
wipe the sleep from your eyes
and embrace the light.
You have slept now for a thousand years
beneath starless nights.
And now it's time for you to renounce the old ways
and see a new dawn rise.
In formet days
the masks were raised
when the god came down from off the mountain,
and a sacrifice was made
for they knew the day of WRATH
was fast approaching.
Just like yesterday...
before the war.
John Francis Dooley,
the scapegoat has run
all our sins are disowned.
And now it's time for you
to take off thy mask
and cross the Rubicon!
If you and I were one
within the eyes of our designs,
it would still not change
the fact of our leaving.
For tonight we must leave
with the first gentle breeze.
For the Isles of Ken we are assailing!
Just like Ullyses, on an open sea
On an odyssey
of self-discovery...