.....And the days of his life are but grains of sand
As they fall from your open hand
And vanish upon the land

Many words are spoken when there's nothing to say
They fall upon the ears of those who don't know the way
To read between the lines, by following the signs, that can lead to you
Teach me how to reach you, I can't find my own way
Let me see the light, let me be the light

And so, with no warning, no last goodbye
In the dawn of the morning sky
The eagle will rise again

 

The Eagle Will Rise Again

Alan Parsons Project - 1978