A NEW WORLD

AMERICAN BLOOD

We’ve heard the whisper of a better land

Called out across the mountains and the canyons

Like gold pulls to the west, or Eden to the east

Our fortunes lead us out over the sea

 

Would You follow me into the night

If I held a lantern up?

Would you leave all that we know behind

If a New World waits for us?

 

We’ve seen the edges of the horizon

Where waves roll off in sheets into the night sky

Could this be where earth ends, or where it all begins?

Will we ever approach our shores again?

 

Would You follow me into the night

If I held a lantern up?

Would you leave all that we know behind

If a New World waits for us?

 

But when you and I had packed up the homeland

And pulled our flags out of the ground

We set the plow to foreign soil and looked for gold

 

For far beyond the borders and oceans

There’s a New World to be found

And there among her secrets and treasure is a home

 

So would You follow me into the night

If I held a lantern up?

Would you leave all that we know behind

If a New World waits for us?

Raised on the faultline of a land without a law

We learned to lay foundations in the shifting ground

And draw our kingdom’s borders with the tremor’s scars

To make an empire from the wasteland that we found

Wasteland that we found

 

When darkness finds me

In the night I’ll raise my crown up

Though none beside me

I’ll be a king of American blood

 

And though our voices fill the void with silver song

Our fading echoes tell us that we are alone

Yet if the night will not reply we’ll carry on

None with us, none opposing our claim to the throne

Our claim to the throne

 

When darkness finds me

In the night I’ll raise my crown up

Though none beside me

I am a king of American blood

 

O, the only princes, queens, or lords

Are the ones who win the wars

You can set all of the borders

If you’re not sharing the ground

 

And the only ones who bend the knee

Have all fallen by the sword

You can give all of the orders

If there’s no one else around

 

When darkness finds me

In the night I’ll give my crown up

When you stand beside me

I’m just a kid with American blood

THE FALL OF MAN

THE JOURNALIST

One day I will meet my enemy

And catch up with that shadow I can’t keep

The one that’s always just beyond my reach

The one that’s been hiding, hunting behind me

 

Ever since that cursed day

When we left Eden for another place

He’s been trying to make my grave

I wake up in the night and hear him say:

 

There will be no weapons you can raise

Nothing from an empire of arms that you could take

To make a single wound, that won’t return to you

Nothing that will not be twice repaid

 

Then I came across my enemy

Standing in an old forgotten street

I knew him by the shadow at his feet

Dragging behind him, chained to the tyrant

 

Finally the time had come

To stand my ground and fight or turn and run

I dug my boots into the dirt

And to my enemy I sent these words:

 

There will be no weapons you can raise

Nothing from an empire of arms that you could take

To make a single wound, that won’t return to you

Nothing that will not be twice repaid

Nothing that will not be twice repaid

 

Now I stand, with a blade in my hand

To commit the fatal blow

 

Suddenly, it becomes clear to me

That this evil’s in my soul

 

Revenge is in my blood, and I use it like a gun

To kill before I’m killed by someone else

 

And now I look the same as the enemy I hate

And I see he’s just a shadow of myself

She used to want to fall in love

And be a queen when she grew up

But lovers all turned out untrue; and kings, corrupt.

 

For history would prove unkind

And though she never knew the reasons why

She just watched and kept a record of the crimes

 

Black and white

Wrong and right

All of time, as it unwinds

From death to life

Every day

Brings joy or pain

But she can’t choose the kind of news

She gets to write

 

She used to want to tell the truth

When Fairy tales were all she knew

But as her storyline unwinds the facts turn cruel

 

And now it’s fiction that she wants;

A tale of hope for all the broken ones

She just keeps on waiting for good news to come

 

Black and white

Wrong and right

All of time, as it unwinds

From death to life

Every day

Brings joy or pain

But she can’t choose the kind of news

She gets to write

 

When will the siren

turn its lamenting to a song?

When will the shadow

turn back and flee before the dawn?

 

Black and white

Wrong and right

All of time, as it unwinds

From death to life

Every day

Brings joy or pain

But she can’t choose the kind of news

She gets to write

TIME / MONEY

PURGATORY

When I was a boy I wanted to be taller

So I could look out of the windshield down the road

But if I’d seen what six feet up could offer

I’d have buckled my seatbelt and stayed

On the bench seat where I was safe

 

‘Cause now my legs are long enough to reach the pedals

And I’ve discovered there were never any brakes

And from this seat I see the road I’ll travel:

Steering a decaying machine

With nothing to slacken its speed

 

Isn’t it funny how time keeps running until it’s gone?

Isn’t it funny how time is money until it’s not?

When every single dime

Could never buy more time

If it’s funny, I missed the punch-line

 

And so I watch my days fly by this window

Like a countryside I must forever bid farewell

For onward we will travel into shadow

And take only what we can hold:

Mem’ries and maps for the road

 

Isn’t it funny how time keeps running until it’s gone?

Isn’t it funny how time is money until it’s not?

When every single dime

Could never buy more time

If it’s funny, I missed the punch-line

 

Isn’t it funny how time keeps running until it’s gone?

Isn’t it funny how time is money until it’s not?

When every single dime

Could never buy more time ...

Dear John, I imagined your new world

It was a kind of purgatory with

no hell or paradise

 

Where all faith in God and truth was gone

And men started believing in themselves

to make what’s right and wrong

 

To call themselves free

To choose our destiny

And write our histories

Now we are free to live life in a dream

 

Hey John, I was thinking of your world

And how all the wars would reach an end

When flags and families fall

 

With nothing to die for anymore

The soldiers would go home to fade away

With nothing to live for

 

But now we are free

From our ememies

Free from our own countries

Now we are free to live life in a dream

 

Once our heroes were so bold

They would die for their beliefs

Now our heroes sell their souls

So nobody disagrees

 

But now we are ‘free’

EPITAPH

A ROBE UPON A GHOST

All of history

has led to you and me

every generation since the world was made

 

Has been an heir to earth,

handed from the first.

All civilizations past have paved our way

 

Our time is now

Let’s make it count

We are all but a passing spark

throwing light before we burn out

 

If we’re history

If we are temporary

Then youth and gold and glory are our only hopes

 

But if there’s something after

this scrambling to matter

I can live for more than just myself alone

 

Our time will pass

but some things last

Let our bravery leave our mark

Let our love be our epitaph

 

Maybe we’ll live to a hundred and five

Maybe the apocalypse will start tonight

maybe we’ll get to the end and rewind

Maybe we’ll wake up and leave it behind

 

I’m praying that heaven will find you inside

I’m praying we make the most of our time

I’ve never seen what’s on the other side

But I know that there is an end to this life

I don’t know what I am fighting for

I don’t know what I would say

To put to words this faith I’m dying for

To give the silhouette a name

 

Give the silhouette a name

When simple speech can only trace the form

Of what mortal breath cannot contain

And tired tongues could toil forevermore

And tell the timeless tale in vain

 

Tell the timeless tale in vain

Then You came like a whisper

And gave a Name to that unspoken Word

Like a robe upon a ghost, you hid yourself in rags

But I know who you are

 

I know who you are

I don’t know what I am searching for

I know I could never speak

A word, in parable or metaphor

To show what cannot be perceived

show what cannot be perceived

 

Then You came like a whisper

And gave a Name to that unspoken Word

Like a robe upon a ghost, you hid yourself in rags

But I know who you are

I know who you are

 

Son of man step into the light

Show me what I cannot understand

 

Guide my feet

when I pass through the night

I believe, help my unbelief

 

Son of Man

Step into the light, Son of Man

Show me what I cannot understand

AN ENDING

A NEW WORLD (REPRISE)

She was a Northwest girl

She went like a wave looking for the higher ground

No tides could hold her back

She coursed towards a country where fortunes could be found

 

But currents follow gravity

and a boy was the force that could wind her steady path

With a kiss and a brash embrace

One ill-advised night could send the river off its track

 

And she sobs, “Oh my God,

Don’t let this happen yet I am too young to be a mom”

And she prays, “I need grace

Don’t alter my whole life Because of one little mistake”

 

She watched her life fly by

in the minutes that the test determined what the verdict was

All of the plans she’d made

now at the mercy of a minus or a plus

 

And the sign Is two lines

in a crucifix to mark an ending and beginning life

And she cries, “there’s a child

that I couldn’t ever raise, I couldn’t throw my life away

 

So I will give this up, I will let this story end

Before chapter one ever could begin”

 

She sees the life inside

she sees the picture of a person on the screen

This is what grace looks like

this is the fortune she’d been chasing in her dreams

 

And she swears, “I’m prepared,

for my future and my freedom to collapse in disrepair

I will die For this child

If that’s really what it takes, I couldn’t throw her life away

 

So I will give this up, I will let my story end

Before chapter one ever could begin

 

Every well, every stream

that empties itself dry

Keeps the earth alive

 

It is time to decide

Which of us will give their life

So the other may survive

 

I will give this up, I will let this story end

So that chapter one of another may begin

I’ve been wandering America

Looking for a country I come from

And I’ll wonder till my time is up

And I go home to the kingdom come

 

I will follow you into the night

I will hold your banner high

I will leave all I’ve known at these gates

Somewhere far, a new world waits

 

I’ve been wandering America

In a country I don’t understand

And I’ll wonder till my time is up

And I go home to the promise land

 

I will follow you into the night

(When Darkness finds me)

I will hold your banner high

(I will raise the crown up)

I will leave all I’ve known at these gates

(Though none beside me)

Somewhere far, a new world waits

 

(Somewhere far)

Beyond the borders and blood of america

(Somewhere far)

I believe there is a better place

(Somewhere far)

Where our sorrows and pain shall be overcome

(Somewhere far, a New World waits)

A NEW WORLD

AMERICAN BLOOD

THE FALL OF MAN

THE JOURNALIST

TIME / MONEY

PURGATORY

A ROBE UPON A GHOST

EPITAPH

AN ENDING

A NEW WORLD (REPRISE)

A NEW WORLD

We’ve heard the whisper of a better land

Called out across the mountains and the canyons

Like gold pulls to the west, or Eden to the east

Our fortunes lead us out over the sea

 

Would You follow me into the night

If I held a lantern up?

Would you leave all that we know behind

If a New World waits for us?

 

We’ve seen the edges of the horizon

Where waves roll off in sheets into the night sky

Could this be where earth ends, or where it all begins?

Will we ever approach our shores again?

 

Would You follow me into the night

If I held a lantern up?

Would you leave all that we know behind

If a New World waits for us?

 

But when you and I had packed up the homeland

And pulled our flags out of the ground

We set the plow to foreign soil and looked for gold

 

For far beyond the borders and oceans

There’s a New World to be found

And there among her secrets and treasure is a home

 

So would You follow me into the night

If I held a lantern up?

Would you leave all that we know behind

If a New World waits for us?

AMERICAN BLOOD

Raised on the faultline of a land without a law

We learned to lay foundations in the shifting ground

And draw our kingdom’s borders with the tremor’s scars

To make an empire from the wasteland that we found

Wasteland that we found

 

When darkness finds me

In the night I’ll raise my crown up

Though none beside me

I’ll be a king of American blood

 

And though our voices fill the void with silver song

Our fading echoes tell us that we are alone

Yet if the night will not reply we’ll carry on

None with us, none opposing our claim to the throne

Our claim to the throne

 

When darkness finds me

In the night I’ll raise my crown up

Though none beside me

I am a king of American blood

 

O, the only princes, queens, or lords

Are the ones who win the wars

You can set all of the borders

If you’re not sharing the ground

 

And the only ones who bend the knee

Have all fallen by the sword

You can give all of the orders

If there’s no one else around

 

When darkness finds me

In the night I’ll give my crown up

When you stand beside me

I’m just a kid with American blood

THE FALL OF MAN

One day I will meet my enemy

And catch up with that shadow I can’t keep

The one that’s always just beyond my reach

The one that’s been hiding, hunting behind me

 

Ever since that cursed day

When we left Eden for another place

He’s been trying to make my grave

I wake up in the night and hear him say:

 

There will be no weapons you can raise

Nothing from an empire of arms that you could take

To make a single wound, that won’t return to you

Nothing that will not be twice repaid

 

Then I came across my enemy

Standing in an old forgotten street

I knew him by the shadow at his feet

Dragging behind him, chained to the tyrant

 

Finally the time had come

To stand my ground and fight or turn and run

I dug my boots into the dirt

And to my enemy I sent these words:

 

There will be no weapons you can raise

Nothing from an empire of arms that you could take

To make a single wound, that won’t return to you

Nothing that will not be twice repaid

Nothing that will not be twice repaid

 

Now I stand, with a blade in my hand

To commit the fatal blow

 

Suddenly, it becomes clear to me

That this evil’s in my soul

 

Revenge is in my blood, and I use it like a gun

To kill before I’m killed by someone else

 

And now I look the same as the enemy I hate

And I see he’s just a shadow of myself

THE JOURNALIST

She used to want to fall in love

And be a queen when she grew up

But lovers all turned out untrue; and kings, corrupt.

 

For history would prove unkind

And though she never knew the reasons why

She just watched and kept a record of the crimes

 

Black and white

Wrong and right

All of time, as it unwinds

From death to life

Every day

Brings joy or pain

But she can’t choose the kind of news

She gets to write

 

She used to want to tell the truth

When Fairy tales were all she knew

But as her storyline unwinds the facts turn cruel

 

And now it’s fiction that she wants;

A tale of hope for all the broken ones

She just keeps on waiting for good news to come

 

Black and white

Wrong and right

All of time, as it unwinds

From death to life

Every day

Brings joy or pain

But she can’t choose the kind of news

She gets to write

 

When will the siren

turn its lamenting to a song?

When will the shadow

turn back and flee before the dawn?

 

Black and white

Wrong and right

All of time, as it unwinds

From death to life

Every day

Brings joy or pain

But she can’t choose the kind of news

She gets to write

TIME / MONEY

When I was a boy I wanted to be taller

So I could look out of the windshield down the road

But if I’d seen what six feet up could offer

I’d have buckled my seatbelt and stayed

On the bench seat where I was safe

 

‘Cause now my legs are long enough to reach the pedals

And I’ve discovered there were never any brakes

And from this seat I see the road I’ll travel:

Steering a decaying machine

With nothing to slacken its speed

 

Isn’t it funny how time keeps running until it’s gone?

Isn’t it funny how time is money until it’s not?

When every single dime

Could never buy more time

If it’s funny, I missed the punch-line

 

And so I watch my days fly by this window

Like a countryside I must forever bid farewell

For onward we will travel into shadow

And take only what we can hold:

Mem’ries and maps for the road

 

Isn’t it funny how time keeps running until it’s gone?

Isn’t it funny how time is money until it’s not?

When every single dime

Could never buy more time

If it’s funny, I missed the punch-line

 

Isn’t it funny how time keeps running until it’s gone?

Isn’t it funny how time is money until it’s not?

When every single dime

Could never buy more time ...

PURGATORY

Dear John, I imagined your new world

It was a kind of purgatory with

no hell or paradise

 

Where all faith in God and truth was gone

And men started believing in themselves

to make what’s right and wrong

 

To call themselves free

To choose our destiny

And write our histories

Now we are free to live life in a dream

 

Hey John, I was thinking of your world

And how all the wars would reach an end

When flags and families fall

 

With nothing to die for anymore

The soldiers would go home to fade away

With nothing to live for

 

But now we are free

From our ememies

Free from our own countries

Now we are free to live life in a dream

 

Once our heroes were so bold

They would die for their beliefs

Now our heroes sell their souls

So nobody disagrees

 

But now we are ‘free’

A ROBE UPON A GHOST

I don’t know what I am fighting for

I don’t know what I would say

To put to words this faith I’m dying for

To give the silhouette a name

 

Give the silhouette a name

When simple speech can only trace the form

Of what mortal breath cannot contain

And tired tongues could toil forevermore

And tell the timeless tale in vain

 

Tell the timeless tale in vain

Then You came like a whisper

And gave a Name to that unspoken Word

Like a robe upon a ghost, you hid yourself in rags

But I know who you are

 

I know who you are

I don’t know what I am searching for

I know I could never speak

A word, in parable or metaphor

To show what cannot be perceived

show what cannot be perceived

 

Then You came like a whisper

And gave a Name to that unspoken Word

Like a robe upon a ghost, you hid yourself in rags

But I know who you are

I know who you are

 

Son of man step into the light

Show me what I cannot understand

 

Guide my feet

when I pass through the night

I believe, help my unbelief

 

Son of Man

Step into the light, Son of Man

Show me what I cannot understand

EPITAPH

All of history

has led to you and me

every generation since the world was made

 

Has been an heir to earth,

handed from the first.

All civilizations past have paved our way

 

Our time is now

Let’s make it count

We are all but a passing spark

throwing light before we burn out

 

If we’re history

If we are temporary

Then youth and gold and glory are our only hopes

 

But if there’s something after

this scrambling to matter

I can live for more than just myself alone

 

Our time will pass

but some things last

Let our bravery leave our mark

Let our love be our epitaph

 

Maybe we’ll live to a hundred and five

Maybe the apocalypse will start tonight

maybe we’ll get to the end and rewind

Maybe we’ll wake up and leave it behind

 

I’m praying that heaven will find you inside

I’m praying we make the most of our time

I’ve never seen what’s on the other side

But I know that there is an end to this life

AN ENDING

She was a Northwest girl

She went like a wave looking for the higher ground

No tides could hold her back

She coursed towards a country where fortunes could be found

 

But currents follow gravity

and a boy was the force that could wind her steady path

With a kiss and a brash embrace

One ill-advised night could send the river off its track

 

And she sobs, “Oh my God,

Don’t let this happen yet I am too young to be a mom”

And she prays, “I need grace

Don’t alter my whole life Because of one little mistake”

 

She watched her life fly by

in the minutes that the test determined what the verdict was

All of the plans she’d made

now at the mercy of a minus or a plus

 

And the sign Is two lines

in a crucifix to mark an ending and beginning life

And she cries, “there’s a child

that I couldn’t ever raise, I couldn’t throw my life away

 

So I will give this up, I will let this story end

Before chapter one ever could begin”

 

She sees the life inside

she sees the picture of a person on the screen

This is what grace looks like

this is the fortune she’d been chasing in her dreams

 

And she swears, “I’m prepared,

for my future and my freedom to collapse in disrepair

I will die For this child

If that’s really what it takes, I couldn’t throw her life away

 

So I will give this up, I will let my story end

Before chapter one ever could begin

 

Every well, every stream

that empties itself dry

Keeps the earth alive

 

It is time to decide

Which of us will give their life

So the other may survive

 

I will give this up, I will let this story end

So that chapter one of another may begin

A NEW WORLD (REPRISE)

I’ve been wandering America

Looking for a country I come from

And I’ll wonder till my time is up

And I go home to the kingdom come

 

I will follow you into the night

I will hold your banner high

I will leave all I’ve known at these gates

Somewhere far, a new world waits

 

I’ve been wandering America

In a country I don’t understand

And I’ll wonder till my time is up

And I go home to the promise land

 

I will follow you into the night

(When Darkness finds me)

I will hold your banner high

(I will raise the crown up)

I will leave all I’ve known at these gates

(Though none beside me)

Somewhere far, a new world waits

 

(Somewhere far)

Beyond the borders and blood of America

(Somewhere far)

I believe there is a better place

(Somewhere far)

Where our sorrows and pain shall be overcome

(Somewhere far, a New World waits)