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Tom Sawyer

(Lee/Lifeson/Peart/Du Bois)

A modern day warrior
Mean, mean stride
Today's Tom Sawyer
Mean, mean pride

Though his mind is not for rent
Don't put him down as arrogant
His reserve, a quiet defense
Riding out the day's events

The river

What you say about his company
Is what you say about society
Catch the mist, catch the myth
Catch the mystery, catch the drift

The world is
The world is
Love and life are deep
Maybe as his skies are wide

Today's Tom Sawyer
He gets high on you
And the space he invades
He gets by on you

No his mind is not for rent
To any god or government
Always hopeful, yet discontent
He knows changes aren't permanent

But change is

What you say about his company
Is what you say about society
Catch the witness, catch the wit
Catch the spirit, catch the spit

The world is
The world is
Love and life are deep
Maybe as his eyes are wide

Exit the warrior
Today's Tom Sawyer
He gets high on you
And the energy you trade

He gets right on to the friction of the day



Red Barchetta

(Lee/Lifeson/Peart)

My uncle has a country place
That no one knows about
He says it used to be a farm
Before the motor law

And on Sundays I elude the eyes
And hop the turbine freight
To far outside the wire
Where my white haired uncle waits

Jump to the ground
As the turbo slows to cross the borderline
Run like the wind
As excitement shivers up and down my spine

Down in his barn
My uncle preserved for me an old machine
For fifty odd years
To keep it as new has been his dearest dream

I strip away the old debris
That hides a shining car
A brilliant red Barchetta
From a better vanished time

I fire up the willing engine
Responding with a roar
Tires spitting gravel
I commit my weekly crime

Wind in my hair
Shifting and drifting
Mechanical music, adrenaline surge
Well weathered leather

Hot metal and oil
The scented country air
Sunlight on chrome, the blur of the landscape
Every nerve aware

Suddenly ahead of me
Across the mountainside
A gleaming alloy air car
Shoots towards me two lanes wide

I spin around with shrieking tires
To run the deadly race
Go screaming through the valley
As another joins the chase

Drive like the wind
Straining the limits of machine and man
Laughing out loud with fear and hope
I've got a desperate plan

At the one lane bridge
I leave the giants stranded at the riverside
Race back to the farm
To dream with my uncle at the fireside



Yyz

(Lee/Peart)

Instrumental track



Limelight

(Lee/Lifeson/Peart)

Living on a lighted stage
Approaches the unreal
For those who think and feel

In touch with some reality
Beyond the gilded cage

Cast in this unlikely role
I'll equipped to act
With insufficient tact

One must put up barriers
To keep oneself intact

Living in the limelight
The universal dream
For those who wish to seem
Those who wish to be

Must put aside the alienation
Get on with the fascination
The real relation
The underlying theme

Living in a fish eye lens
Caught in the camera eye
I have no heart to lie

I can't pretend a stranger
Is a long awaited friend

All the world's indeed a stage
And we are merely players
Performers and portrayers

Each another's audience
Outside the gilded cage

Living in the limelight
The universal dream
For those who wish to seem
Those who wish to be

Must put aside the alienation
Get on with the fascination
The real relation
The underlying theme

Living in the limelight
The universal dream
For those who wish to seem
Those who wish to be

Must put aside the alienation
Get on with the fascination
The real relation
The underlying theme

The real relation
The underlying theme



The camera eye

(Lee/Lifeson/Peart)

Grim faced and forbidding
Their faces closed tight
An angular mass of New Yorkers

Pacing in rhythm
Race the oncoming night
They chase through the streets of Manhattan

Head first humanity
Pause at a light
Then flow through the streets of the city

They seem oblivious to a soft spring rain
Like an english rain
So light, yet endless
From a leaden sky

The buildings are lost
In their limitless rise
My feet catch the pulse
And the purposeful stride

I feel the sense of possibilities
I feel the wrench of hard realities
The focus is sharp in the city

Wide angle watcher
On life's ancient tales
Steeped in the history of London

Green and grey washes
In a wispy white veil
Mist in the streets of Westminster

Wistful and weathered
The pride still prevails
Alive in the streets of the city

Are they oblivious to this quality?
A quality
Of light unique to
Every city's streets

Pavements may teem
With intense energy
But the city is calm
In this violent sea

I feel the sense of possibilities
I feel the wrench of hard realities
The focus is sharp in the city



Witch hunt (part III of Fear)

(Lee/Lifeson/Peart)

The night is black without a moon
The air is thick and still
The vigilantes gather on
The lonely torchlit hill

Features distorted in the flickering light
The faces are twisted and grotesque
Silent and stern in the sweltering night
The mob moves like demons possesed

Quiet in conscience, calm in their right
Confident their ways are best

The righteous rise with burning eyes
Of hatred and ill will
Madmen fed on fear and lies
To beat and burn and kill

They say there are strangers who threaten us
In our immigrants and infidels
They say there is strangeness too dangerous
In our theaters and bookstore shelves

That those who know what's best for us
Must rise and save us from ourselves

Quick to judge, quick to anger
Slow to understand
Ignorance and prejudice
And fear walk hand in hand



Vital signs

(Lee/Lifeson/Peart)

Unstable condition
A symptom of life
In mental and environmental change

Atmospheric disturbance
The feverish flux
Of human interface and interchange

The impulse is pure
Sometimes our circuits get shorted
By external interference

Signals get crossed
And the balance distorted
By internal incoherence

A tired mind become a shape shifter
Everybody need a mood lifter
Everybody need reverse polarity

Everybody got mixed feelings
About the function and the form
Everybody got to deviate from the norm

An ounce of perception
A pound of obscure
Process information at half speed

Pause, rewind, replay
Warm memory chip
Random sample, hold the one you need

Leave out the fiction
The fact is - this friction
Will only be worn by persistence

Leave out conditions
Courageous convictions
Will drag the dream into existence

A tired mind become a shape shifter
Everybody need a soft filter
Everybody need reverse polarity

Everybody got mixed feelings
About the function and the form
Everybody got to elevate from the norm