Here he comes,
It's the Apocalyptic Traveler
The mind bender, the word twister
The dream unraveler
He's brought all his belief
And all his truths
He's torn off all their price tags
He gives them to underprivileged youths
A wedding bell, a car horn,
A cry of joy from somebody's roof
The sound echoes in his eardrum
But still he stays aloof
"But if I had my choice," he says,
"I'd have none of these things.
I'd forget my worthless pennies
And hear the silence sing.
Don't throw me away, don't tell me good-bye.
Don't put me in the fire and watch me fry.
The words that I say have started running dry.
I don't want to be a liar when my life comes running by."

There's a crack in the heavens
Can't you see it for Heaven's sake?
The mind-bender's mind is bending
He hopes to God it doesn't break
He sits upon a park bench
Like the arc of a wilted rose
Feel it in your fingers;
Catch the bouquet with your nose
"Don't throw me away, don't tell me good-bye.
Don't put me in the fire and watch me fry.
The words that I say have started running dry.
I don't want to be a liar when my life comes running by."

The Apocalyptic Traveler's thinking,
"Is all I do for the best?
If I disappeared this moment,
Would I have passed the test?"
First he's slipping, then he's clinging,
Then he starts to slip again
He knows someday something will happen
But he could not tell you when.
"Don't throw me away, don't tell me good-bye.
Don't put me in the fire and watch me fry.
The words that I say have started running dry.
I don't want to be a liar when my life comes running by."