Curtain Call

Burnt skies and the trees are dead and grey
Aftermath of a war we never made
My grandfather, 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, 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 moments
I'm too late
Whilе breaking down the old bricks in the wall

Dusty town south of Mandalay
Whеre she still lives to this day
Tears are hot and the trail's gone cold
Those 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, 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 moments
I'm too late
While breaking down the old bricks in the wall

Burnt skies and the trees are dead and grey
Aftermath of a war we never made
My grandfather, a railroad man
Not afraid of right or 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, 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 moments
I'm too late
While breaking down the old bricks in the wall