Was it love or recognitionThat has healed this man's condition?Oh, I'm hoping and wishingThat this bird won't fly awayAnd we can see life hand in handThe green, the blue, the rock, the sandAnd in our time and in our landWe'll savor every dayAnd oh, how our glory may fadeFade, well, at least we've learnedSome things along the wayOh, you took me from my bubbleKnowing my defense was weakAnd you sat there and you listenedAnytime I chose to speakOh, and you gather from my pleas to youThat I am but a clownNo fear only a hero can defeatThese demons nowAnd oh, how our glory may fadeFade, well, at least we've learnedSome tricks of the tradeAnd as time shall inevitably move onWell, at least we'll have four strong legsTo stand on to keep us alive
