Paroles Too many clues in this room Gordon Lightfoot

Too many clues in this room

The space shuttle ends where the subway begins
Theres a tear on the face of the moon
Fromdusk until dawn they have searched all day long
But theres too many clues in this room
At best it is said weve been locked deep inside
Of an old sea mans chest full of charts
Where maps are contained and whats left of his brains
When his crew threw his balls to the sharks
All around the looking glass
Dancing to a tune
Sweeping out the house with a fine tooth comb
Which historys shown
Leads to ruin

In a word it is said that at times we must fall
But the worst of it all was the lies
We died for the cause just like regular outlaws
In the dust of an old lawmans eyes
In times best forgot there was peace there was not
In her pains mother earth came to bloom
Her children were born in the eye of the storm
And theres too many clues in this room

The power that is stored in the no mans land of chance
Is the someone who knows what theyre doin
The old soldiers say in theyre own crusty way
Weve got too many troops in this room

All around the looking glass
Dancing to a tune
Sweeping out the house with a fine tooth comb
Which historys shown
Leads to ruin

The space shuttle ends where the subway begins
Praise the lord theres a train leavin soon
From dusk until dawn they have searched all day long
But theres too many clues in this room