Burton Cummings Powers At Play
I can feel the powers at play
I feel fear and I back away
From what they send me, from what they send me
Powers that thrive and powers so real
Some arcane and some genteel
They make me humble
They're here to rumble
The simple dark or the simple light
The simple wrong or the simple right
Will not save me, if they enslave me
Here sits Jim and there sits John
They call back from the great beyond
Can you not hear them, you must not fear them
Here one speaks in a garbled tongue
Lies are spoken while truths are sung
It's never ended
Beliefs extended
Poet sits with cursed hag
Martyrs gamble and saints will brag
While angels scorn them, and we will mourn them
What do you think you been doin' here
You think this is just some favour?
There ain't no waiters in the parlour now
And you don't pick the flavour
I had hours and I had days
I had living explain its ways
I had my loved ones, I had my loved ones
I felt solid and I felt whole
I had spirits wrapped round my soul
They were a treasure,
Unbridled pleasure
The simple wrong or the simple right
The simple dark or the simple light
Will never be enough
Never be enough
They will never be enough
Never be enough
What do you think you been doin' here
You think this is just some favour?
There ain't no waiters in the parlour now
And you don't pick the flavour
I can feel the powers at play
I feel fear and I back away
From what they send me
From what they send me
