THE JOURNEYMAN
Lyrics written and owned by Chantele Delaine
Can you see in your mind
A motionless prisoner
In the dark, blind
Can you can perceive through frozen fears
His knowing
He’s imprisoned himself for years
Those abstract dials
Static turnstiles
And untraveled miles
To places yet not lived
And so he runs
Can you taste the stirs of his soul
Restraints about him crumble away
There is more he wants to know
Imagine the pain in his feet
And he runs with certainty
That standing means defeat
Can you hear voices of his new world
As they sing to him their song
Harpsichords and pearls
Imagine you feel the rhythm of his beat
As to their song he now sings along
So comfortable he takes a seat
Those magic nights
Lit by candle light
Fed the candied life
Forgetting where he’s been
So busy having fun
That he forgot to run
Can you smell the fragrance of debris
The waste of untapped motion
During his opalescent fantasies
Can you perceive the taste of near defeat
Those places where he’s hanging around
Are gallows made from his self-deceit
Those magic knives
Carving out abject lies
Cutting off tragic cries
In there worth in what he's seen?
You can't separate the journeyman from his soul
He's got ideals and he's got goals
He needs foreign lands not apple trees
Cause standing still breeds apathy
And so he runs runs
Can you see in your mind
A liberated prisoner
Who runs from going blind
And so he runs