All the old soldiers and teachers, railroaders
the summers and winters devoured
Left but a marker, a portrait
a darker memoir of their failing hour
This is all I am, all I'll ever be
In another land, by another sea
Burning down like a summer sun
In a haunted sky
Evening has begun when its in my eye
Burning down
We spoke praise of winners
Lamented the losers
Sensationalized each of their tales
But they were mostly survivors
Half dead or alive or
half-knowing when part of them failed
This is all I am, all I'll ever be
In another land, by another sea
Burning down like a summer sun
In a haunted sky
Evening has begun when its in my eye
Burning down
To the ground
Undo these chains that oppressed and restrained
They were shackled to some fateful hour
The time they were given
has become their prison
Their deeds won't be reckoned tomorrow
This is all I am...
We dine at their tables and
sleep in their cradles and
give our own children their names
Their shadows have become
the darkness we hide from
These ghosts are all that remains
This is all I am..
