Lyrics: Magic

I got a coin in my palm I can make it disappear I got a card up my sleeve Name it and I’ll pull it out your ear I got a rabbit in my hat If you wanna come and see This is what we’ll be This is what we’ll be I got shackles on my wrists Soon I’ll slip and I’ll be gone Chain me in a box in the river And Rising in the Sun Trust none of what you hear And less of what you see This is what we’ll be This is what we’ll be I got a shiny saw blade All I need’s a volunteer I’ll cut you in half While your smilin’ at me And the freedom that your songs Drifting like a ghost amongst the trees This is what we’ll be This is what we’ll be Now there’s a fire down below But it’s coming up here So leave everything you know Carry only what you feel On the road the sun is sinkin’ low Sombody’s hanging in the trees This is what we’ll be This is what we’ll be