Encyclopedia — Andromeda

Turning the page, write to cease new ideas Thoughts - all duly recorded Maybe someday, all the rhymes, given time Would get justly rewarded

So long ago, you don't even know how it started So there you go Stashing the sketches and drafts of what has become an

Encyclopedia of all the things you've done Expect the media to bother when you're gone

Hours and hours of sacrifice, no compromise Forced as if under orders Planning to take land sea and skies, but can't decide When to cross the borders

Encyclopedia of all there is to know Encyclopedia - but what is there to show

The piles just seem to grow Is this ambitions one man show There's only one man watching you, John Doe He's both on stage and in the front row

Encyclopedia - your one and only friend Encyclopedia - will pay off in the end

Turning around, the objective of the way you lived Hypothetical fortune, suddenly found You're at the gate - it's too late Psychological torture

So long ago, since you should have put it all out there So now you go Leaving for us to discover the paths you have tread

Encyclopedia - all written by his hand Encyclopedia - will we ever understand

Now he will never know Swept away by the undertow The world is listening now, John Doe Come back and reap what you have sown