Lady Magdele

The man on the right is a man undone<br>he`d give you his soul if you asked him for some.<br>A child in his way for he needs to believe<br>that love is a song for each man to sing.<br><br>The man on the left is a prize unwon<br>a candle unlit and a song unsung.<br>Believing that love is a dreamer`s dream,<br>the man on the left the me in between.<br><br>Lady Magdelene, I can hear your distant trumpet<br>calling from the morning mountain, <br>singing to the passing river. <br>Take me home, show me peaceful days before my youth has gone.<br><br>The man in between waits between the two<br>not hearing the lie and not seeing the true.<br>Unknowing what is and denying what seems<br>and there he will sleep the man in between.<br><br>Lady Magdelene, I can hear your distant trumpet<br>calling from the morning mountain,<br>singing to the passing river.<br>Take me home, show me peaceful days before my youth has gone.<br><br>Lady Magdelene, make the sound of silent thunder<br>calling from the lips of Abraham<br>make a sound that we may wonder, where we are.<br>Take us to you soul for we have wandered far.<br><br>The man on the right was a man undone<br>the man on the left like a prize unwon.<br>And God only knows what their time will bring<br>or what will become of the man in between.