A baby was born in a small town yesterday He's a magical child with a cosmic death ray But his mother always wanted to play Such a long way down But mommy comes back She always comes back to get me Mommy comes back, she always comes back She never will forget me now The baby grows up and soon becomes a kid Spends his whole life explaining the things That his mother did, then they say she went And drowned such a long way down But mommy comes back She always comes back to get me Mommy comes back, she always comes back She never will forget me now When she came up, she'd looked better Look dear, I made you a sweater, yeah Now, it's all done, they live up in Monticello With some Pizza Pockets, some papers and a case of Mello-Yello But don't go in cell-o, such a long way Run when you hear the 'cello, you're in for a long stay, hey But mommy comes back She always comes back to get me Mommy comes back, she always comes back She never will forget me Mommy comes back She always comes back to get me Mommy comes back, she always comes back She never will forget me now

When Sanskrit was my mother tongue Scarabs filled my pillow Tarmac strips to pave for them Thrones from which to teach And in that pulse the future said Story had been spun Wet your bed so sleep in it Cards can't make a house Up that hill go the last of my crumbs We'll be lucky if we eat tonight Up that hill go the last of my crumbs That's why I'll magnify a hole When light years came And light years passed Tugging on the brink Spoils reported missing Put down in its sleep Strangled in the background Fitted for a mask The future won't believe you Past the ransom fast Up that hill go the last of my crumbs We'll be lucky if we eat tonight Up that hill go the last of my crumbs That's why I'll magnify a hole Don't beat around the pulpit There is no lost and found Where is the devil waiting Trying to disguise I've seen what you used to look like But down here you won't survive I've got the weight of half of the world Don't stop dragging the lake, don't stop dragging the lake I won't come home If you can't come home Even if you make a grave with my name I've got the weight of half of the world You better keep on looking for me I won't come home If you can't come home Don't stop dragging the lake, don't stop dragging the lake Up that hill go the last of my crumbs We'll be lucky if we eat tonight Up that hill go the last of my crumbs That's why I'll magnify a hole Find me the head And I'll show you the body Lay it to rest And don't say you're sorry

This is the Central Scrutinizer. The white zone is for loading and unloading only. If you need to load or unload, go to the white zone. You'll love it. It's a way of life.

Walk across the courtyard, towards the library I can hear the insects buzz and the leaves 'neath my feet Ramble up the stairwell, into the hall of books Since we got the interweb these hardly get used Duck into the men's room, combing through my hair When god gave us mirrors, he had no idea Looking for a lesson in the periodicals There I spy you listening to the AM radio Karen of the Carpenters, singing in the rain Another lovely victim of the mirror's evil way It's not like you're not trying, with a pencil in your hair To defy the beauty the good Lord put in there Simple little bookworm, buried underneath Is the sexiest librarian Take off those glasses And let down your hair for me So I watch you through the bookcase,imagining a scene You and I at dinner, spending time, then to sleep And what then would I say to you, lying there in bed? These words, with a kiss, I would plant in your head What is it inside our heads that makes us do the opposite? Makes us do the opposite of what's right for us? 'Cause everything'd be great and everything'd be good If everybody gave, like everybody could Sweetest little bookworm, hidden underneath Is the sexiest librarian Take off those glasses and let down your hair for me Take off those glasses and let down your hair for me Simple little beauty, heaven in your breath The simplest of pleasures, the world at it's best

In the white room with black curtains at the station. Black-roof country, no gold pavements, tired starlings. Silver horses run down moonbeams in your dark eyes. Dawn-light smiles on you leaving, my contentment. . I'll wait in this place where the sun never shines . Wait in this place where the shadows run from themselves. You said no strings could secure you at the station. Platform ticket, restless diesels, goodbye windows. I walked into such a sad time at the station. As I walked out, felt my own need just beginning. . I'll wait in the queue when the trains come back . Lie with you where the shadows run from themselves. At the party she was kindness in the hard crowd. Consolation for the old wound now forgotten. Yellow tigers crouched in jungles in your dark eyes. She's just dressing, goodbye windows, tired starlings. . I'll sleep in this place with the lonely crowd . Lie in the dark where the shadows run from themselves.

written by Geddy Lee, Alex Lifeson