Understudy

I don't think about the good old days
Locked in the corner of my eye
A quick rescue from the old fashioned
Practice of pulling me apart
Tradition is just a concrete heart
In the pocket of the one eyed king
A tug of war over family values
Till i just couldn't feel a thing
But i had to find a way
And my role in the play

Caught in years of non-believing
In a thought for when you die
Cross breeding through generations
My brothers and I
Face to face and toe to toe
I stood up to play my part
Of a well beloved under achiever
With a religion shopping cart
But I had to find a way
And my role in the play

We all started the dance

Forty years on the dusty track
Round and round but you never came back
Climb up the mountain, parting the sea
All to make a better man of me
Written on the stone
Delivered by hand
A one way ticket to the promised land
Keep to the paths and don't talk back
A snapshot in the family almanac

Forty years on the dusty track
Round and round but
you never came back