ACHILLES LAST STAND. It was an April morning. When they told us we should go. An' as I turn to you you smiled at me. How could they say no. Whoa the fun to have. To live the dreams we always had. Whoa the songs to sing. When we at last return again. Swept New York a glancing kiss. To those who claim they know. To know the shrieks the seaman hears. The devil is in his home. Oh to sail away. To sandy lands and other days. Oh to touch the dream. That hides inside and is never seen yeah. Into the sun the south the north. Flys the birds of gold. The shackles of commitments fell. In pieces on the ground. Oh to ride the wind. To tread the air above the din. Whoa to laugh aloud. Dancing as we fought the crowd yeah. To seek the man whose pointing hand. The giant step unfolds. With guidance from the curving path. That churns up into stone. If one bell should ring. In celebration for a king. So fast the heart should beat. As proud the head with heavy feet yeah. (Guitar Solo). Days went by when you and I. Made an eternal summers glow. As far away and distant. Our mutual time to grow. Oh the sweet refrain. Soothes the soul and calms the pain. Oh Albion remains Sleeping now to rise again. Wandering upon the rings. What place to rest the search. With the mighty arms of Atlas. Hold the heavens from the earth. The mighty arms of Atlas. Hold the heavens from the earth. From the earth. Whoaaaaaaaaaaa. I know the way know the way know the way know the way. I know the way know the way know the way know the way. Ohhhhh ohhhhh. Ahhhh ahhhhh ahhhhh ahhhhh. Ahhhh ahhhhh ahhhhh ahhhhh. Ahhhh ahhhhh ahhhhh ahhhhh. Ahhhh ahhhhh ahhhhh ahhhhh. Ahhhhhhhhhhhh ahhhhhhhhhhhhh. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh ohhhhhhhhhhhhh. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh ohhhhhhhhhhhhh. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh ohhhhhhhhhhhhh. Oh the mighty arms of Atlas. Hold the heavens from the earth. Ahhhh ahhhhh ahhhhh ahhhhh. Ahhhh ahhhhh ahhhhh ahhhhh. Ahhhh ahhhhh ahhhhh ahhhhh. Ahhhh ahhhhh ahhhhh ahhhhh. Ooooooooooohh.