Curtain Call

Burnt skies and the trees are dead and grey

After a map of a war we never made

My grandfather a railroad man

Not afraid of right and wrong

Or how to take a stand

Into the fire

Against the wind

Up and down and back again

Under the bridge

Over the coals

This is the march of a broken soul

Step by step one by one

You'll be counted on

Lights go up so don't be late

For the curtain call

'Cause I've never been the type to seize the moment

It's not too late

While breaking down the old bricks in the wall

Dusty town south of Mandalay

Where she still lives to this day

Tears are hot and the trail's gone cold

Those demons follow me wherever I go

Into the fire

Against the wind

Up and down and back again

Under the bridge

Over the coals

This is the march of a broken soul

Step by step one by one

You'll be counted on

Lights go up so don't be late

For the curtain call

'Cause I've never been the type to seize the moment

It's not too late

While breaking down the old bricks in the wall

Burnt skies and the trees are dead and grey

After a map of a war we never made

My grandfather a railroad man

Not afraid of right and wrong

Or how to take a stand

Into the fire

Against the wind

Up and down and back again

Under the bridge

Over the coals

This is the march of a broken soul

Step by step one by one

You'll be counted on

Lights go up so don't be late

For the curtain call

'Cause I've never been the type to seize the moment

It's not too late

While breaking down the old bricks in the wall ^[1]