The Lion's Roar

Now the pale morning sings of forgotten things
 She plays a tune for those who wish to overlook
 The fact that they've been blindly deceived
 By those who preach and pray and teach
 But she falls short and the night explodes in laughter

 But don't you come here and say I didn't warn you
 About the way your world can alter
 And oh how you try to command it all still
 Every single time it all shifts one way or the other

 And I'm a [bad word] coward, but then again so are you
 And the lion's roar, the lion's roar
 Has me evading and hollering for you
 And I never really knew what to do

 Well I guess sometimes I wish you were a little more predictable
 That I could read you just like a book
 For now I can only guess what's coming next
 By examining your timid smile
 And the ways of the old, old winds blowing you back 'round

 And I'm a [bad word] fool, but then again so are you
 And the lion's roar, the lion's roar
 Has me seeking out and searching for you
 And I never really knew what to do

 Sometimes I wish I could find my Rosemary Hill
 I'd sit there and look at the deserted lakes and I'd sing
 And every once in a while I'd sing a song for you
 That would rise above the mountains and the stars and the sea
 And if I wanted it to it would lead you back to me

 And the lion's roar, the lion's roar
 Is something that I have heard before
 children's tale, the lonesome wail of a lion's roar