And I, could easily fall from grace
Then another would take my place
For the chance to behold your face
And the days, of my life are but grains of sand
As they fall from your open hand
At the call of the wind's command
Many words are spoken when there's nothing to say
They fall upon the ears of those who don't know the way
To read between the lines, that lead between the lines
That lead me to you
All that I ask you is,
show me how to follow you and I'll obey
Teach me how to reach you, I can't find my way
Let me see the light, let me be the light
As the sun turns slowly around the sky
Till the shadow of night is high
The eagle will learn to fly
And the days, of his life are but grains of sand
As they fall from your open hand
And vanish upon the land
Many words are spoken when there's nothing to say
They fall upon the ears of those who don't know the way
To read between the lines, by following the signs
That can lead to you
But show me how to follow you and I'll obey
Teach me how to reach you, I can't find my way
Let me see the light, let me be the light
And so, with no warning, no last goodbye
In the dawn of the morning sky
The eagle will rise again
The eagle will rise again
The Alan Parsons Project
