Six o'clock the siren kicks him from a dream
Tries to shake it off but it just won't stop
Can't find the strength but he's got promises to keep
And wood to chop before he sleeps
I may never get over
but never's better than now
I've got bases to cover
He's in the parking lot just sitting in his car
It's nine o'clock but he can't get out
He lights a cigarette
and turns the music down
but just can't seem to shake that sound
Once I thought I'd get over
but it's too late for me now
I've got bases to cover
Chorus
Melody walks through the door
and memory flies out the window
and nobody knows what they want
'til they finally let it all go
The pain inside
coming outside
So many ways to drown a man
So many ways to drag him down
Some are fast and some take years and years
Can't hear what he's saying when he's talking in his sleep
Finally found the sound but he's in too deep
I could never get over
Is it too late for me now?
Feel like blowing my cover
Chorus
But don't cut your losses too soon
'cause you'll only be cutting your throat
And answer a call while you still hear at all
'cause nobody will if you won't
Tries to shake it off but it just won't stop
Can't find the strength but he's got promises to keep
And wood to chop before he sleeps
I may never get over
but never's better than now
I've got bases to cover
He's in the parking lot just sitting in his car
It's nine o'clock but he can't get out
He lights a cigarette
and turns the music down
but just can't seem to shake that sound
Once I thought I'd get over
but it's too late for me now
I've got bases to cover
Chorus
Melody walks through the door
and memory flies out the window
and nobody knows what they want
'til they finally let it all go
The pain inside
coming outside
So many ways to drown a man
So many ways to drag him down
Some are fast and some take years and years
Can't hear what he's saying when he's talking in his sleep
Finally found the sound but he's in too deep
I could never get over
Is it too late for me now?
Feel like blowing my cover
Chorus
But don't cut your losses too soon
'cause you'll only be cutting your throat
And answer a call while you still hear at all
'cause nobody will if you won't
Lyrics submitted by Idan
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"So many ways to drown a man
So many ways to drag him down
Some are fast and some take years and years"
...how true in any context!
Dream Theater is brilliant.
LM
"Well isn't it for the honor of God Aunt Kate"
"I know all about the honor of God Mary Jane"
Is not about pot. It is a quotation of a dialogue btween two characters in "The Dead", one of a compilation of stories in Dubliners by James Joyce.
"The Dead" is basically a story about a man who thinks he is superior to everyone around him. Over the course of the story, however, he is gradually broken down and humbled, realizing that everyone is equal, and all are destined to the same inevitable fate of death.
Any ideas on how this might fit into the song? Maybe a parallel to Kevin Moore's feelings upon leaving the band? What do you guys think?
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
That clearly recalls the "can't find strenght...." part, though I don't know if there's an actual connection between the poem and the song, it might just be a reference.
"No," continued Aunt Kate, "she wouldn't be said or led by anyone, slaving there in that choir night and day, night and day. Six o'clock on Christmas morning! And all for what?"
"Well, isn't it for the honour of God, Aunt Kate?" asked Mary Jane, twisting round on the piano-stool and smiling.
Aunt Kate turned fiercely on her niece and said:
"I know all about the honour of God, Mary Jane, but I think it's not at all honourable for the pope to turn out the women out of the choirs that have slaved there all their lives and put little whipper-snappers of boys over their heads. I suppose it is for the good of the Church if the pope does it. But it's not just, Mary Jane, and it's not right."
A guy, probably getting on in his years, realizes some sort of talent, but feels trapped by the day-to-day business of working life. He becomes torn to the extent where he can't even get out of his car to go to work. He realizes that his time is short, and he has to act now.
As someone else mentioned, the voice samples are from James Joyce. As much as I LOVE Jordan Rudess's work, I miss Moore's use of voice samples.