(Steve Walsh / Kerry Livgren)
Once carried through the current
And being swept away

The king is in the closet
He's hiding from today
And though he owns all fortunes

This room is where he'll stay
And his world is filled with darkness, turning grey


Gazing out the window
Of the 42nd second floor
He is separate from all others

No one knocks upon his door
And it might as well be raining 'cause the sunlight hurts his
eyes

And his ears will never hear the children's cries

Once proud and full of passion

He fought the cause of man
Many people loved his courage
Many followed his command

He changed the old into the new
And the course of things to come
And then one day they noticed he was gone


At first it didn't matter
Nobody seemed to care

They all became too busy
To find him anywhere do no one knew hot even him


The problems he would find
On the day he journeyed deep into his mind


I close my eyes I go far away
Away from this battlefield
In my dreams well here I will enjoy it

Where innocence plays with all the laughing children
The kind who are crying right now
A taste of freedom from the pain

Of everything here I see
Life is sweet but I took it all for granted
And now I don't know if I could even tell you

Just what we permit, we allow

Allow me to forget the life I've made my own

I've held this nation in my hand
And yet it's not my home
Allow me just one answer just one reason why

Why this refugee of the family of man must die
Tell me why


Daydreams filled his nighttimes
And night dreams filled his days
Confusion and uncertainty

A puzzled mind of haze
You thought he was so powerful
And set upon his ways

Well he left us all to travel through this maze

I heard the king was dying

I heard the king was dead
And with him died the chronicles
That no one ever read

The closet's fully empty now
It's occupied by none
I'll draw the drapes now destiny is done