There is a tale not seldom told, never new, yet never old
About a power brash and bold, beyond the setting sun

It rules the weak, subdues the strong with its sweet, seductive song
Fight you might, but not for long, beyond the setting sun

Candlelight, champagne on ice, dreams of which are very nice
As the power whispers in your ear, beyond the setting sun, my dear

The day is bright, the sky is blue, and one plus one equals two
Too bad the same isn’t true beyond the setting sun

To tango long into the night would fill your heart with delight
It’s a goal the power says is near, beyond the setting sun, my dear

But listen not to what I say, between black and white there lies some gray
And daylight may just find a way beyond the setting sun

©2003 Albert