Curtain Call (Live At The Hollywood Bowl With Orchestra)

Winter skies and the trees are dead and grey

Aftermath of a war we never made

The empire of 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, wound by wound

You'll be counted on

Lights go up, so don't be late

For the curtain call

'Cause I've never been the type

That sees a moment not too late

While breaking down the bricks in the wall

Dusty towns south of Mandalay

Where she still lives to this day

The gears are hot and the trail's gone cold

The 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, wound by wound

You'll be counted on

Lights go up, so don't be late

For the curtain call

'Cause I've never been the type

That sees a moment not too late

While breaking down the bricks in the wall

Burnin' skies and the trees are dead and grey

Aftermath of a war we never made

Goin' by the railroad, man, not afraid of right or wrong

I'm taking steps

Into the fire, against the wind

Up and down and back again

Under the bridge, over the coals

This is a 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 I'm too late

While I'm breaking down the bridge in the wall