From the recording The Road to Elfland

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I've always loved Ray Bradbury- the title for this piece is the same as a collection of his work that was published in 1959. In retrospect, I've had several songs whose genesis lay in his stories. The Captain and the Lady came out of The Sailor Home from the Sea, and Spaceman (a flight into whimsy if ever there was one) was inspired by The Rocketman and R is for Rocket. If any writer has the ability to make me throw down the book and cry, desperate for a drink that has not yet been bottled, it is Ray Bradbury.

Lyrics

He caught a train out of la Mancha
and it carried him down to the sea
Give me a one-way ticket
to where you think I'd rather be
I don't know where the sun rises now
and I don't know where she will be
He caught a train from a Spanish sunrise
headed into an Irish sea

And out upon a tossing ocean
sick with the movement of the waves
In the desk he found a faded journal
and settled down to reading every page
The sun had gone down and his lamps had all burned low
when the last entry finally set him free
He caught a train from a Spanish sunrise
headed into an Irish sea

There came the sound of summer running
As he stood beside the railing in the dawn
And a half-remembered memory inside him
Awakened from a slumber decades long
Casting aside the mirrored face he wore
against his tale a gentle mutiny
He caught a train from a Spanish sunrise
headed into an Irish sea

Time flies like an arrow
straight towards the setting sun with nothing left behind
A season fine for Prometheus set free
And a medicine for melancholy found upon the sea

He caught a train out of la Mancha
and it carried him down to the sea
Give me a one-way ticket
to where you think I'd rather be
I don't know where the sun rises now
and I don't know where she will be
He caught a train from a Spanish sunrise
headed into an Irish sea