In the waking hour I hear the Jester's song Everything I've dreamed of It brings my spirit home He can take your sadness And turn it into a dream He can take all the madness And let it out in a scream He can take your suffering And wash away all your tears He can take what you're hiding And bring it out in the clear The stillness of the morning The breath of days gone by Awakened from a restless sleep He hears the children's cries The children gasp in wonder As the jester holds their gaze He wields magic and illusion To bewilder and amaze With a broken smile And an empty heart He will make you Laugh out loud But the emptiness That his heart now feels Makes him cower back From the crowd A Jester in the waking hour Of innocence A fool who feeds on Laughter from the heart Tossing, turning Twisting, burning Wasted years in the Jester's life A modern day Moses Leads you to the Promised Land Just a spiritual illusion Left with nothing in his hands The Jester on the outside Hides a tearful soul And with every pa**ing moment He seems to lose control As the permanent midnight Paints the evening sky And the darkness falls over you He will lead you to sunlight He will promise no fear When it seems there is Nothing left you can do A jester in the waking hour Of innocence A fool who feeds on Laughter from the heart Can you feel the sadness? Can you feel the madness? Don't believe the Jester