Atlas

Its all hats off now, all drum rolls and applause.
By slight of the hand you will turn them into dust.
A face to face you will lead them by the fall

A track fiend and the saw dust
You're allowed to stare it out ooh...

Its all good luck charms,
All trying to understand.
Indeed inside me will always hope for worst
You say keep them close by
They're closer than you think.

A track fiend and the saw dust
You're allowed to stare it out ooohhhh...

Next spring will bring you back again
You'll sigh and crack a whip for us
And maybe you will be the one
who'll drawl the line in the sand for us to crawl

It's all at bats now
All painting gorgeous time.
And maybe when the night comes
You'll open up the cage.
You'll open up the cage.