Dunce and Circumstance

When the empire falls
Oh, I can see it now
I was born with a double sided
Mirror hanging off my brow

There will be dancing
There will be singing
In the center of space
The end of the race
That we've all been yearning

Thousands of thousands
Of dreamers of thousands
Of paths to take when the clock breaks
The barrier away

And I'll be sitting in the corner
With a smile above the rim
And I'll be riding my endorphins
Riding my endorphins through the wall of stone

When we've fed every mouth
When we've switched off the missiles
When we've planted trees on Mars
When we've housed all the millions

There'll be a boy in the dark
Riding his bike in an ebony park
Where the birds are always flying
And the grass is always yawning
In a frozen frame

For I'll be sitting in the corner
With a laugh or two to burn
And I'll be riding my endorphins
Riding my endorphins through the ring of fire