Texty: Gordon Lightfoot. Too Many Clues in This Room.

The space shuttle ends where the subway begins
There's a tear on the face of the moon
From dusk until dawn they have searched all day long
But there's too many clues in this room

At best it is said we've been locked deep inside
Of an old sea mans chest full of charts
Where maps are contained and what's left of his brains
When his crew threw his balls to the sharks

All around the looking glass dancing to a tune
Sweeping out the house with a fine tooth comb
Which history's shown leads to ruin

In a word it is said that at times we must fall
But the worst of it all was the lies
We died for the cause just like regular outlaws
In the dust of an old lawman's eyes

In times best forgot there was peace there was not
In her pains Mother Earth came to bloom
Her children were born in the eye of the storm
And there's too many clues in this room

The power that is stored in the no mans land of chance
Is the someone who knows what they're doin'
The old soldiers say in they're own crusty way
We've got too many troops in this room

All around the looking glass dancing to a tune
Sweeping out the house with a fine tooth comb
Which history's shown leads to ruin

The space shuttle ends where the subway begins
Praise the Lord there's a train leavin' soon
From dusk until dawn they have searched all day long
But there's too many clues in this room