Interpret:

Jethro Tull

Album:

Warchild

Meanwhile back in the year one, 
When you belonged to no one, 
You didn't stand a chance, son, 
If your pants were undone. 


'Cause you were bred, for humanity 
And sold to society 
One day you'll wake up, in the present day 
A million generations removed from expectations 
Of being who you really want to be. 


Skating away, skating away, skating away, 
On the thin ice of the new day 


So as you push off from the shore, 
Won't you turn your head once more 
And make your peace with everyone. 
For those who choose to stay 
Will live just one more day, 
To do the things they should've done. 
And as you cross the wilderness, 
Spinning in your emptiness 
If you have to, pray. 
Looking for a sign, that the universal minds 
Has written you into the passion play. 


Skating away, skating away, skating away 
On the thin ice of the new day 


And as you cross the circle line, 
Well the ice wall creaks behind 
You're a rabbit on the run. 
And the silver splinters fly 
In the corner of your eye, 
Shining in the setting sun. 
Well do you ever get the feeling 
That the story's too damn real 
And in the present tense. 
Or that everbody's on the stage 
And it seems like you're the only 
Person sitting in the audience 


Skating away, skating away, skating away 
On the thin ice of the new day 


Skating away, skating away, skating away