Atlas

It's all hats off now, All drum rolls and applause. By slight of the hand you will turn them into dust. A face to face you will lead them by the fall A track fiend and saw dust You're allowed to stare it out Ooh ooh ooh ooh, ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh It's all good luck charms, All trying to understand. Indeed inside me (deep inside) will always hope for worst You say you keep them close by They're closer than you think. A track fiend and the saw dust You're allowed to stare it out Ooh ooh ooh ooh, ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh Next spring will bring you back again You'll sigh and crack a whip for us And maybe you will be the one Who'll draw the line in the sand For us to crawl It's all at bats now All painting gorgeous time. And maybe when the night comes You'll open up the cage You'll open up the cage