Zen Archer - Todd Rundgren

Pretty as a lady calling

For her pink and midnight lover

As she stares into the water

And a yellow moon is rising

And there can’t be no disguising

That the pretty bird is dying

With a silver arrow lying at its side

Rivers of blood, oceans of tears

Life without death and death without reason

To the whole United Nations

To your greatest expectations

To the moment that you realize

As a dark figure slips from out of the shadow

Pretty bird closes its eyes

Pretty bird dies

Another pretty thing dead on the end of the shaft

Of the Zen Archer

A man in parts forgotten

With an outlook that is rotten

And an attitude to match it

Finds relief inside a hatchet

And he halved someone in Boulder

Justifiability is in

The hands of the beholder

And you just don’t know

What people will do next

Mountains of pain, valleys of love

Death without life and life without meaning

To the promise kept and broken

To the love that’s never spoken

Just as surely as I’m in your ears

A dark figure slips from out of the shadow

Pretty bird closes its eyes

Pretty bird dies

Another pretty thing dead on the end of the shaft

Of the Zen Archer