(K. Dodson BMI)

So unlike anything he knew
Tongue tied any way the wind blew
61...and some who knew plenty
Of the trials that led to 2020

Simple living - he grew his tiny empire
And threw away what his heart did desire
He stood alone - like that fool on the hill
And shook his fist at the clock
That just wouldn’t stand still
It just wouldn’t stand still
Like that fool on the hill

Chorus:
Hey...I’m no one
Look at someone
Hey...I’m no one

There’s all the people that I will never be

Eyes stare into cell phones
They’re not talking to me
Focused on social media
So they don’t see me
I’m no one

I’m not a district attorney
I’m not a federal judge
I’m no one

I’m not a servant of the people
And I sure hope I’m never one

Not a registered voter, no plans to be one
I’m no one - look at someone

Not a political activist, I’m not a business tycoon

I’m no one

No one like a model citizen
No patience to be that disciplined
I’m not an angel and I sure ain’t no one’s saint

Know what I am
And know what I ain’t
I’m no one
Look at someone

Credits:

Kevin Dodson - Drums, Percussion, Synthesizer, Organ, Electric Piano, Mellotron, Lead & Backup Vocals
Adam Holzman - Electric Piano, Mellotron, Organ, Moog Synthesizer
John Van Houdt - Bass Guitar, Electric Guitar
Jane Getter - Electric & Acoustic Guitars
Harold Fix - Lead & Backup Vocals
Charles Swanson - Saxophone, Penny Whistle, Electronic Wind Instrument

(K. Dodson BMI, H. Fix ASCAP)

There you are!
Peering out from behind the glass
I see you speak
Though hearing nothing’s what I know
I stare at my feet...
Wandering eyes catch the name carved in the desk
Showing that it’s mine
Mine...all mine

Here at the 11th hour
Seems such a strange time to change
And all I have is personal power
That I had so carefully rearranged

Here at the 11th hour
You’re raging forth on a dark lit path
And I see your pain
Awkward fumbling for righteous words
That all sound the same
Sunken eyes and a thousand tears
Showing there’s no more time
No more time...no more time

Here at the 11th hour
Seems such a strange time to change...oh yeah
Here at the 11th hour
I see now with this personal power
That I had so carefully rearranged

Here at the 11th hour
In our youth and innocence
There was no need for recompense
Skipping lines between those fences
Overwhelming sights and senses
We flipped those latches
And played with matches

Changed our names and threw those perfect catches

We heard the music of a different time
We never read between the lines
Between those lines...

Tell me was it all that changing weather?
The loud shearing laughter and rage?
You’ll see me capture
Your pain

Peering out from behind the glass
I thought I heard you speak
My heart is hearing nothing
As I stare down at my feet
Staring at my feet...

Here at the 11th hour with all my power
I still can’t pull the sweet from the sour
Your fall at this hour is so strange
And I’m so sorry I never changed you
My brother...

Here at the 11th hour
It seems such a strange time for change
And even with my personal power
That I tried so carefully to rearrange

Now at all final end
As I reach out from the dark
For one last chance to mend
A history so stark

Here at the 11th hour
The rage...the pain...
I see no change!

Credits:

Kevin Dodson - Drums, Percussion, Acoustic Guitar, Synthesizer, Organ, Bass, Lead & Backup Vocals
Adam Holzman - Moog Synthesizer
Harold Fix - Electric Piano, Piano, Synthesizer
Michael Lewis - Acoustic & Electric Guitars
Charles Swanson - Flute, Saxophones, Electronic Wind Instrument
Fred Cash - Bass Guitar
Craig Brandt - Acoustic Guitar, Backup Vocals

(K. Dodson, BMI, O. Wakeman, PRS)

The hours above detention elapse eternity
And waiting are the wanting
And the earth will stomp the meek
They chortle in the marketplace
Where the myth of eyes takes place
And they fetch the taste and scent of snakes
Whose charms they will embrace

Chorus:
While dominions gather – see their breaking August
To carry away crosses – see their breaking August

They look forward to look backwards
Yet they always stand still
The beast will eat the bounty
Of the game that gives no yield
This world believes in plastic
And will lick the wounds of hate
And ditch the light fantastic
For the darkness underneath

There’s no time for pure reflection
No time for making peace
Each man a rocky island
As they stew and gnash their teeth

This world believes in plastic
And will lick the wounds of hate
And ditch the light fantastic
For the darkness underneath

Wake up your angels
Get up and pack your things
It’s time we meet our maker
He’ll tell us what to bring

We’re past the crest of learning
Way out beyond the pale
We need the fires burning
‘Till it’s time to take the nail

No time for pure reflection
No time for making peace
Each man a rocky island
You can see him gnash his teeth
With a fig leaf as an offering
Well a fortress doth not make
The desert man soul passes

For the life already spent ...already spent

Chorus:
While dominions gather – see their breaking August
To carry away crosses – see their breaking August

See their breaking August

Credits:

Kevin Dodson - Drums, Percussion, Synthesizer, Organ, Harpsichord, Mellotron, Lead & Backup Vocals
Oliver Wakeman - Harpsichord, Synthesizer
Danny McCollim - Organ, Clavinet, Synthesizer
Michael Lewis - Electric Guitars
John Van Houdt - Bass Guitar
Charles Swanson - Saxophones, Electronic Wind Instrument