Here I'm a wandering man
I'm walking through a barren land
I lost my way, I lost my home
In deep despair, I'm riding on
Guardian, where are you now
Ease my heart and fill my soul
Carry on, dream your dreams
Your lust for life is the reason to live
Carry on, hold your ground
Alive and free, you'll never go down
I call upon the holy sun
A million miles away from home
My will is gone, my deeds are done
A dusty road, I'm draging along
Guardian - talk to me now
Ease my heart and fill my soul
Chorus
In moments of silence when you are alone
You feel the desire is burning still strong
Open your heart and remember the day
When I sent you out on your way
I'm a wandering man, the heir of the crown
A lonely knight, I'm roaming around
I'll never rest, I'll never give in
Until my quest, has come to the end
Chorus(Derek Dick, Mark Kelly, Steve Rothery, Peter Trewavas, Ian Mosley)
On the rebound, fumbling all the lines
The light at the end of the bottle - alcoholicalphabet
Through the looking glass
The proof in my own reflection
Five senses down and reeling on the Cinderella search
On the rebound, fumbling all the lines
Decay on the vertical hold with a horizontal aim
Conversation needs translation
Three dimensions down dissolving on the Cinderella search
Cinderella search
On the rebound, fumbling all the lines
Dreaming bartenders, bourbon and saxophone
Out of luck, out of charm, out the game of rejections in a cigarette city
Only courting the homing of direction on the Cinderella search
Cinderella search
But the Samaritan of the heartbroken, heartbroken
Swam through the nicotine seize, and we exchanged the kiss of life
Resurrection in a trance, the model, the Grail, in a Marquee of promises I touched the dream
I hold the dream, I have the dream
To end the Cinderella search
Cinderella search, oh no more, no more!
Exposing bedside manners on a work extension
Awaiting development with paranoid Polaroid eyes
Polaroid eyes
The footman memorised the number
But the prince still holds both the slippers
And would you leave a palace for a bedsit
And Canterbury Tales
Canterbury Tales?
Maybe it was infatuation or the thrill of the chase
Maybe you were always beyond my reach and my heart was playing safe
But was that love in your eye I saw or the reflection of mine?
Give me time, won't you give me that time!
Welcome back to the circus
Welcome back to the circus
Welcome back to the circus
I always use the cue sheets but never the nets
Always the cue sheets but never the nets
Never the nets, never the nets, nevertheless, nevertheless, nevertheless, nevertheless, nevertheless
Welcome back to the circus!