Текст (слова) песни: Kansas - Closet Chronicles

(Steve Walsh / Kerry Livgren)

Once carried through the current
And being swept away
The king is in the closet
Hes hiding from today
And though he owns all fortunes
This room is where hell stay
And his world is filled with darkness, turning grey

Gazing out the window
Of the 42nd second floor
He is separate from all others
No one knocks upon his door
And it might as well be raining cause the sunlight hurts his eyes
And his ears will never hear the childrens cries

Once proud and full of passion
He fought the cause of man
Many people loved his courage
Many followed his command
He changed the old into the new
And the course of things to come
And then one day they noticed he was gone

At first it didnt matter
Nobody seemed to care
They all became too busy
To find him anywhere, so no one knew, not even him

The problems he would find
On the day he journeyed deep into his mind

I close my eyes I go far away
Away from this battlefield
In my dreams well here I will enjoy it
Where innocence plays with all the laughing children
The kind who are crying right now
A taste of freedom from the pain
Of everything here I see
Life is sweet but I took it all for granted
And now I dont know if I could even tell you
Just what we permit, we allow

Allow me to forget the life Ive made my own
Ive held this nation in my hand
And yet its not my home
Allow me just one answer just one reason why
Why this refugee of the family of man must die
Tell me why

Daydreams filled his nighttimes
And night dreams filled his days
Confusion and uncertainty
A puzzled mind of haze
You thought he was so powerful
And set upon his ways
Well he left us all to follow through this maze

I heard the king was dying
I heard the king was dead
And with him died the chronicles
That no one ever read
The closets fully empty now
Its occupied by none
Ill draw the drapes now destiny is done

Другие песни Kansas:

Closet Chronicles
Dust In The Wind
Hopelessly Human
Lightning`s Hand
Nobody`s Home
Paradox
Point Of Know Return
Portrait (He Knew)
Sparks Of The Tempest