Too Many Clues in This Room - Gordon Lightfoot

The space shuttle ends where the subway begins

There’s a tear on the face of the moon

From dusk until dawn they have searched all day long

But there’s too many clues in this room

At best it is said we’ve been locked deep inside

Of an old sea man’s chest full of charts

Where maps are contained and what’s left of his brains

When his crew threw his balls to the sharks

All around the looking glass

Dancing to a tune

Sweeping out the house with a fine tooth comb

Which history’s shown

Leads to ruin

In a word it is said that at times we must fall

But the worst of it all was the lies

We died for the cause just like regular outlaws

In the dust of an old lawman’s eyes

In times best forgot there was peace there was not

In her pains mother earth came to bloom

Her children were born in the eye of the storm

And there’s too many clues in this room

The power that is stored in this no man’s land of chance

Is the someone who knows what they’re doin'

The old soldiers say in their own crusty way

We’ve got too many troops in this room

All around the looking glass

Dancing to a tune

Sweeping out the house with a fine tooth comb

Which history’s shown

Leads to ruin

The space shuttle ends where the subway begins

Praise the lord there’s a train leavin' soon

From dusk until dawn they have searched all day long

But there’s too many clues in this room