I've Gone Away

There was a man with an hourglass for keeping the time of day he would scream it by hour, with all of his power I was glad when they took him away for what's in the knowing, if the flowers are growing, and your troubles locked safely away. As the moon slowly rises and the day dies behind us, don't call me I've gone away ... to the S C A.

In another life I was a business man in an office with four telephones, and I made lots of money, but I felt pretty crummy in my starched plastic business man's clothes. But what can that matter, when there's ladies to flatter and the bards all around to play. We'll sit by the fire, we'll watch it grow higher. don't call me I've gone away ... to the S C A.

A friend I have said I've lost my mind that I spend to much time in the past, I tell him I'm fine, drinking ale and wine and that he's just a pain in the ass. Well, out on the field with a sword and a shield the fighters crash into the fray It's chivalry's game for honor and fame and don't call me I've gone away ... to the S C A.

It seems kind of funny, men spend their lives running on a quest for a phoney brass ring, well, I've made that money and I can tell ya, honey that it don't really mean anything. There's more to this life that the magazines say than you can see on your tv screen. Oh don't call me I've gone away Oh don't call me I've gone away Oh don't call me I've gone away To the S C A.