Grand slam, your moment's at hand

The day holds a costly bargain

Lost lamb asking the lion's share Homespun, a prodigal son

Comes begging a humble pardon

But no one rises to hear his prayer Lone star, you've wandered so far

And long in the unfamiliar

That now you travel a map unknown Star bright, a constant delight

To those in the dark and still your

Birthright's to shine in the night alone Living in the shadows

Of the things that might have been

Torn between the blessing and the curse You may starve the hunger

But you'll never slake the thirst

For the nectar you remember

But you'll never taste again Nonesuch, your Midas' touch

Has gilded your heart and left you

So much playing the prince of clowns Hell-bent, empty and spent

Just look what your gamble's got you

Exiled, far from the sacred grounds Living in the shadows

Of the things that might have been

Torn between the blessing and the curse You may stop the hunger

But you'll never slake the thirst

For the nectar you remember

But you'll never taste again Grand slam, your moment's at hand

The day holds a costly bargain

Lost lamb asking the lion's share