Nothing's sacred, nothing's safe beyond the whistler's mind what's yours is hers what's theirs we share and, what is more, it's all mine the "did you hear" the "do you know" when they're attached to names will pull the peg that holds the leg and keeps in tact the frame it comes back round like a boomerang and hits you by surprise we all have our blind spots some right in front of our eyes tear a pillow over a hill and let those feathers fly pick up each one separately soon you're gonna find out why for what may seem impossible or just downright absurd is so much easier to grab- than the spoken word nothing's round that don't come round a circle may one day end but place your bets, the destiny sets on the one whose message sends a wave that tips the balance and takes poor victims out keep that path from being drawn that's what it's all about Chorus don't envy the messenger from marathon on down the courier of generals the crier of the town all have fates in common for tales true or tall the notes they speak could also serve to eulogize them all Chorus