An illuminated manuscript,   a sword of the finest steel  
A mission fraught with peril,  as I savor my last meal  
And it feels to me            It feels like my last    
Breath should really be an endless soliloquy  
So I better write it            Better write it down 
So I better write it            Better write it down

The stars look so peaceful            As I glide along through space
Looking for a planet            That might save the human race
But it’s been years since I’ve been gone From the planet I called home
I miss my wife and family            I wonder if they still remember me
Oh- -                                                                                            

Someday I’ll go home     
And when the dragon’s dead  
I will let my weary feet head to the road  

Someday I’ll breath that air that I need
And slowly start to read aloud
The words that for so long have been my silent reverie

The stories have no endings            The speakers have no lines
The costumes all are borrowed and the music’s out of time
And when the final dancers stop to take their bows
It feels like that should be my final soliloquy
So I better write it            Better write it down
So I better write it            Better write it down

Music and Lyrics © 2010 Brett Terry, All Rights Reserved.