(Chris DeGarmo, Geoff Tate)
    When I fell from grace
  I never realized
  how deep the flood was around me.
  A man whose life was toil was like a kettle left to boil,
  and the water left scars on me.
    I know now who I am.
  If only for a while,
  I recognize the changes.
  I feel like I did before the
  magic wore thin and the "baptism
  of stains" began.
    They used to say I was
  nowhere, man,
  heading down
  was my destiny.
  But yesterday, I swear,
  there was someone else not me.
    Here I stand at the crossroads edge,
  afraid to reach out for eternity.
  One step, when I look down,
  I see someone else not me.
    Looking back and I see
  someone else.
    All my life they said I
  was going down,
  but I'm still standing,
  stronger, proud.
  And today I know there's
  so much more I can be.
  I think I finally understand
    From where I stand at the crossroads edge
  there's a path leading out to sea.
  And from somewhere
  deep in my mind,
  sirens sing out loud
  songs of doubt
  as only they knew how.
  But one glance back reminds, and I see
  someone else not me.
    I keep looking back
  at someone else . . . me?
      Typing job done by Raitz.
      27th of December 1994