Lyrics

From corridors of numbered gates to different destinies
I watch planes crawl through diesel air
And open yawning doors for men who battled beasts
Who battled beasts in route

But now my hands are idle
Wars unfought and open
And every sword they held released to fall behind me in its sheath

I’ve done that, too
Engaged my enemies in wars
Some, world-class
Left calluses I can’t erase
Some skirmishes
I hardly noticed winning
I hardly noticed winning

But now my hands are idle
Wars unfought and open
And every sword they held released to fall behind me in its sheath

Ba pa ba pa bapa bow ba pa ba pa bow-uow
Ba pa ba pa bapa bow ba pa ba pa bow-uow

But now my hands are idle
Wars unfought and open
And every sword they held released to fall behind me in its sheath

My sphere has shrunk so small I’m like the manicurist
Who waits within her airport stall
For hands of men who battle beasts to open in her palm
To open in her palm
To open in her palm

Ba pa ba pa bapa bow ba pa ba pa bow-uow
Ba pa ba pa bapa bow ba pa ba pa bow-uow

Lyric: Joan McGinnis; Music: Kevin Reardon & Steve Schauger