For the Weekend...
This you knows. The years travel fast.
And time after time I've done the Tell.
But this ain 't one body's Tell. It's the Tell of us all.
And you got to listen it and 'member.
'Cause what you hears today, you got to tell the newborn tomorrow.
I's looking behind us now, into history back.
I sees those of us that got the luck and started the haul for home.
It lead us here and we was heartful 'cause we seen what there once was.
One look, and we knewed we'd got it straight.
Those what had gone before had knowing
of things beyond our reckoning...
even beyond our dreaming...
Time counts and keeps counting. And we knows now
finding the trick of what's been and lost ain't no easy ride.
But that's our track. We got to travel it.
And there ain't nobody knows where it's gonna lead.
Still and all, every night we does the Tell
so that we 'member who we was and where we came from.
But most of all we 'members the man
who finded us: him that came the salvage.
And we lights the city. Not just for him
but for all of them that are still out there.
'Cause we knows there'll come a night
when they sees the distant light,
and they'll be coming home.
