The Battle for Clear Sight - Larry and His Flask

Can you see the lonesome tree under the starlight?

The clouds have gone and the sky has won the battle for clear sight

The birds have left and there’s not a sound up on the hillside

The cold has come and it’s sweeping its way on 'til the low tide

On this December night

There’s a deafening call from a woman on the shore

She wants more, and she’s asking me, «What is it all for?»

And I never want to tell her of the cold, of getting old

Of falling down to meet the ground, now only a memory of this town

Will you believe that this all is a dream, a feverish nightmare?

And that all that you’ve seen has left you unscarred and no worse for the wear

On this unfortunate night

There’s a heartbroken cry from a mother on the shore

She wants more, and she’s asking me, «What is it all for?»

She’s pleading with me, «Open up the door!»

And I never want to tell her of the cold, of getting old

Of falling down to meet the ground, now only a memory of this

We want more, and we’re asking you, «What is it all for?»

It’s nothing like we’ve ever seen before

But fortune doesn’t always favor the bold, we’re still getting old

Always falling down to meet the ground, still only a memory of this town