The Horn

I wear the wrongs of the common man Lying far from everyone and far from rest Lords of song who play for kings Will play for servants and those they meet With joyful mastery for those who have ears So blow the horn, the horn for common men Not to end, fill the air Long the rains have poured upon men With cruel unsteady minds I am one Leave the worried souls with fewer things Make the evening rise through the Trouble and the fear Forever sounds the horn for all to hear I wear the reins of the common man Being led from mother's arm towards the end Dance you fools under the sun While laughter grows and everyone Shares in the same thing I mean to join you So blow the horn, the horn for common men Not to end, fill the air Long the rains have poured upon men With cruel unsteady minds I am one Leave the worried souls with fewer things Make the evening rise through the Trouble and the fear Forever sounds the horn for all to hear Forever sounds the horn for all to hear --- The Horn - Midlake