He can’t wait for the summer to end
Can you relate?
Can I close my eyes while I pretend?
This heavyweight challenges us to answer the call
He ain’t afraid at all...

Changing shades
The sun keeps drifting down the sky
The green dream fades and swings low the high
But I still can hear him rage and rattle in his cage
He's readying for battle to dawn upon this age

And there he goes again
Beating an urge to bear a sin
Better this constant serenade
Than that cacophonous din
There he goes again
Holding a fist up to the sky
Sure he may be bruised
But you should see the other guy

It must be the need to try
The low road once in while
Oh well, to hell with the high
You might catch what I’m on about
But let me make it clear
Reasons range, seasons change and now autumn’s almost here

And there he goes again
Beating an urge to bear a sin
Better this constant serenade
Than that cacophonous din
There he goes again
Holding a fist up to the sky
Sure he may be bruised...

But, damn, it’s just like that
Sometimes the mouse must get the cat
And I forget
But that's life, I guess
That’s not to say it’s not hard work
Down in this dark where demons lurk
But they’re mostly of our making
Oh, and I’ve got no cause to think those tiger paws
They won’t just shrink on down to something...
Something I can get the best of
Or just more baggage to divest of

Can it be the need to see the mettle of a modern man
The tenacity, veracity of these theories about Babylon?
His phantoms gone, he’s twice the man
His candles burn to light his plans
He stands upon his castle sands and gambles on his facile hands