Mother do you know your sons now

They stand here indivisible but tossed and turned

We lost our way somehow

Drifting past the dreams and the real

I'll toast to your bright future and your faceless mask

If that's part of the deal

Blow away with the wind, blow away past the trees

And we're landing in the fields, but we're living on our knees

Life for you is just a masquerade

As we go from day to day and play charades

It's as comfortable as a career

Electing all these memories and cherish them

As life's last souvenir

So I sit and face the western sea

The sleep that I hold in my hand

It shows me more than what I hope to see

We play this game together of alone

Our convict souls self pitying it learns from every lesson

But its own

The dream has grown taller than the cage

A hallowed face reminding you to accept it more

With drinking and with age

I guess what we're all hiding is how it's played

And with every new born day I'm blown away