Tác giả : Gordon Lightfoot
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The space shuttle ends where the subway begins 
There's a tear on the face of the moon 
Fromdusk until dawn they have searched all day long 
But there's too many clues in this room 
At best it is said we've been locked deep inside 
Of an old sea man's chest full of charts 
Where maps are contained and what's 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 history's 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 lawman's 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 there's too many clues in this room 
 
The power that is stored in the no man's land of chance 
Is the someone who knows what they're doin' 
The old soldiers say in they're own crusty way 
We've 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 history's shown 
Leads to ruin 
 
The space shuttle ends where the subway begins 
Praise the lord there's a train leavin' soon 
From dusk until dawn they have searched all day long 
But there's too many clues in this room