Dear Friends and Gentle Hearts
Magic
(words and music by Norman G. Walker - 2010 © SOCAN)
Do you believe in magic? Do you believe in fantasy?
Do you believe in fairy tales, alternate reality?
Where one plus one plus one makes two
Where an eye of a needle a camel walks through
Where the king stands naked though the people never knew
‘Til the innocence of truth shone true.
Once upon a time and not so far away
On a bright and a clear September day
There came from the sky with a forty-minute warning
Passenger jet to a Washington morning
Crashed into the Pentagon, full throttle out
Shards of aluminum scattered all about
But where was the wreck, the aircraft things?
No scars on the building from the engines and wings
An impossibly small fifteen foot hole
Devoured and vaporized all we’re told.
Once upon a time, the very same day
New York busy with work and play
A passenger jet slammed into a tower
Another hit the twin within the hour
Flames and smoke and then came the fall
Then a third fell too for no reason at all
But how could they fall at free-fall speed?
There were beams and girders of steel indeed
And all three fell on a footprint neat
Three thousand innocent souls we grieve.
How to make sense of what we see
Explain the things that cannot be
Call it denial or anomaly of physics
A whole lot of people just call it magic.
Once upon a man and his name was Shrub
Commander and chief he once was dubbed
He twiddled his thumbs as New York burned
He huffed and puffed in theatrical turn
All the king’s horses and all the king’s men
Rode off to war on a fairy tale wind
But the President, staff and military lie
Now mothers send their babies off to die
All for a plot so badly done
Still most of the citizens
Choose to be blind, deaf and dumb.
How to make sense of what we see
Explain the things that cannot be
Journalism’s end or an Orwell dream
But a whole lot of people just call it magic.
Do you believe in magic? Do you believe in fantasy?
Do you believe in fairy tales, alternate reality?
Where one plus one plus one makes two
Where an eye of a needle a camel walks through
Where the king stands naked though the people never knew
‘Til the innocence of truth shone true.
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