Though We Might Have Precious Little, It’s Still Precious

Bravest Face icon-external-link-12x12 icon-search-12x12 (track 10 from the Snakes & Arrows LP by Rush icon-external-link-12x12 icon-search-12x12 )

Though we might have precious little, it’s still precious

I like that song about this wonderful world, it’s got a sunny point of view
And sometimes I feel it’s true, at least for a few of us

I like that world, it makes a wonderful song, but there’s a darker point of view
That’s sadly just as true for so many among us

Though we might have precious little, it’s still precious

In the sweetest child, there’s a vicious streak
In the strongest man, there’s a child so weak
In the whole wide world, there’s no magic place
So you might as well rise and put on your bravest face

I like that show where they solve all the murders, it has an heroic point of view
It’s got justice and vengeance too
At least so the story goes

I like that story, it makes a satisfying case, but there’s a messy point of view
That’s sadly just as true for so many among us

In the softest voice, there’s an acid tongue
In the oldest eyes, there’s a soul so young
In the shakiest will, there’s a core of steel
On the smoothest ride, there’s a squeaky wheel
In the sweetest child, there’s a vicious streak
In the strongest man, there’s a child so weak
In the whole wide world, there’s no magic place
So you might as well rise and put on your bravest face

Though we might have precious little, it’s still precious

In the softest voice, there’s an acid tongue
In the oldest eyes, there’s a soul so young
In the shakiest will, there’s a core of steel
On the smoothest ride, there’s a squeaky wheel
In the sweetest child, there’s a vicious streak
In the strongest man, there’s a child so weak
In the whole wide world, there’s no magical place
So you might as well rise and put on your bravest face

I Can Get Back On, I Can Get Back On

Far Cry icon-external-link-12x12 icon-search-12x12 (track 01 from the Snakes & Arrows LP by Rush icon-external-link-12x12 icon-search-12x12 )

Pariah dogs and wandering madmen, barking at strangers and speaking in tongues
The ebb and flow of tidal fortune, electrical changes are charging up the young

It’s a far cry from the world we thought we would inherit
It’s a far cry from the way we thought we would share it
You can almost feel the current flowing
You can almost see the circuits blowing

One day I feel I’m on top of the world and the next it’s falling in on me
I can get back on, I can get back on
One day I feel I’m ahead of the wheel and the next it’s rolling over me
I can get back on, I can get back on

Whirlwind-life of faith and betrayal
Rise in anger, fall back and repeat
Slow degrees on the dark horizon
Full moon rising lays silver at your feet

It’s a far cry from the world we thought we woud inherit
It’s a far cry from the way we thought we would share it
You can almost feel the current flowing
You can almost see the circuits blowing

One day I feel I’m on top of the world and the next it’s falling in on me
I can get back on, I can get back on
One day I feel I’m ahead of the wheel and the next it’s rolling over me
I can get back on, I can get back on

You can almost feel the planet glowing

One day I feel I’m on top of the world and the next it’s falling in on me
I can get back on, I can get back on
One day I feel I’m ahead of the wheel and the next it’s rolling over me
I can get back on, I can get back on
One day I fly through a crack in the sky and the next it’s falling in on me
I can get back on, I can get back on

Where is the Wave that Will Carry Me?

Spindrift icon-external-link-12x12 icon-search-12x12 (track 05 from the Snakes and Arrows LP by Rush icon-external-link-12x12 icon-search-12x12 )

As the waves crash in on the western shore, the wind blows fierce from the east
The wave tops torn into a flying spindrift

As the waves crash in on the western shore, it makes me feel uneasy
The spray that’s torn away is an image of the way I feel

What am I supposed to say?
Where are the words to answer you when you talk that way?

As the sun goes down on the western shore, the wind blows hard from the east
It whips the sand into a flying spindrift

As the sun goes down on the western shore, it makes me feel uneasy
In the hot dry rasp of the devil winds, who cares what a fool believes?

What am I supposed to say?
Where are the words to answer you when you talk that way?
Words that fly against the wind and waves

A little closer to you, where is the wave that will carry me?

What am I supposed to say?
Where are the words to answer you when you talk that way?

What am I suppose to do?
Where are the words that will make you see what I believe is true?

Where is the wave that will carry me a little closer to you?