Grand slam, your moment's at hand
The day holds a costly bargain
Lost lamb asking the lion's shareHomespun, a prodigal son
Comes begging a humble pardon
But no one rises to hear his prayerLone star, you've wandered so far
And long in the unfamiliar
That now you travel a map unknownStar bright, a constant delight
To those in the dark and still your
Birthright's to shine in the night aloneLiving in the shadows
Of the things that might have been
Torn between the blessing and the curseYou may starve the hunger
But you'll never slake the thirst
For the nectar you remember
But you'll never taste againNonesuch, your Midas' touch
Has gilded your heart and left you
So much playing the prince of clownsHell-bent, empty and spent
Just look what your gamble's got you
Exiled, far from the sacred groundsLiving in the shadows
Of the things that might have been
Torn between the blessing and the curseYou may stop the hunger
But you'll never slake the thirst
For the nectar you remember
But you'll never taste againGrand slam, your moment's at hand
The day holds a costly bargain
Lost lamb asking the lion's share