Old Tigers

Somewhere old tigers are free 
They lie in sunlit glades 
You can hear them growling sleepily 
You can tell their minds are made 
Somewhere Midas is the king 
His walls are paved with gold 
He never wants for anything 
His rooms are never too cold 
His rooms are never too cold 

As you turn inside your room 
You look into your fate 
Your past is a holy womb 
Your future comes too late 
Outside the city`s breathing loud 
You see the subway throngs 
In the seething of the crowd 
You hear their rattling bones 
You hear their rattling bones 

You`ve played the radio 
It`s the same on every band 
You`ve scorned the late late show 
Missed the party that you`d planned 
How your body aches with pain 
But your mind`s too false to move 
In the dark night on the wane 
You`ve nothing else to lose 
You`ve not a thing to lose 

So now the wheel must turn 
The dust will settle down 
You`ve never watched your candle burn 
You`ve never moved around 
You`ve only guessed the mystery 
In a lonely mirror`s scowl 
Through the deep hurting mysery 
You hear old tigers growl 
You hear old tigers growl