Another Page - Tom Cochrane

I sit by my castles

In the back of my chair

Gazing into the dawn

I blackmailed my teachers

For not living dispair

When there was really

Not much going on

I learnt how to cry at a very young age

But still I will write another page

Good bye my friends hope you see light in the end

Good bye my friends hope you see truth in the end

They said listen

But I could not hear

With a million things on my mind

I envisioned prophets to save me from fear

But those prophets they fell from the line

I stumbled on trappings so it seems

But now I’m much older than my dreams

Good bye my friends hope you see light in the end

Good bye my friends hope you see truth in the end