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