The Frontier
McComb/Sinclair

Strange melodies are circling in his head
While cynics get hung up, he stays in bed
Ask him many questions, sometimes he replies
He smiles his little fairy smile
And sighs his little eyes





Chorus: Byron's living on the frontier
Dangers there what mortals fear
It's a wide, wide wonderful world
There's mystery and romance

Soon you'll believe the horizons you see
Will demand more of you than security
The stars will tear themselves from the sky
You must try to step out from the line
To the glory and the fire
Be the lone pioneer on this holy frontier
Just pick a word that sounds good
Shout it 'til it's understood
That there is an alternative to the way you live

(Chorus)

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