Meanwhile back in the year One
When you belonged to noone
You didn't stand a chance son,
If your pants were undone
`Cause you were bred for humanity and sold to society
One day you'll wake up in the Present Day
A million generations removed from expectations
Of being who you really want to be
Skating away, skating away, skating away
On the thin ice of the New Day
So as you push off from the shore,
Won't you turn your head once more
And make your peace with everyone?
For those who choose to stay,
Will live just one more day
to do the things they should have done
And as you cross the wilderness, spinning in your emptiness:
you feel you have to pray Looking for a sign
that the Universal Mind (!) has written you into the Passion Play
Skating away on the thin ice of the New Day
And as you cross the circle line, the ice-wall creaks behind
you're a rabbit on the run
And the silver splinters fly in the corner of your eye
shining in the setting sun
Well, do you ever get the feeling that the story's
too d*** real and in the present tense?
Or that everybody's on the stage, and it seems like
you're the only person sitting in the audience?
Skating away on the thin ice of the New Day
When you belonged to noone
You didn't stand a chance son,
If your pants were undone
`Cause you were bred for humanity and sold to society
One day you'll wake up in the Present Day
A million generations removed from expectations
Of being who you really want to be
Skating away, skating away, skating away
On the thin ice of the New Day
So as you push off from the shore,
Won't you turn your head once more
And make your peace with everyone?
For those who choose to stay,
Will live just one more day
to do the things they should have done
And as you cross the wilderness, spinning in your emptiness:
you feel you have to pray Looking for a sign
that the Universal Mind (!) has written you into the Passion Play
Skating away on the thin ice of the New Day
And as you cross the circle line, the ice-wall creaks behind
you're a rabbit on the run
And the silver splinters fly in the corner of your eye
shining in the setting sun
Well, do you ever get the feeling that the story's
too d*** real and in the present tense?
Or that everybody's on the stage, and it seems like
you're the only person sitting in the audience?
Skating away on the thin ice of the New Day