The Occidental Taurus

From the mystic and the maker in the early morning rays
To the hallowed and the hunted, the precious and the prey
It’s a simple kind of notion that don’t mean a thing to you
But the Occidental Taurus is the one I’m talking to

From the snows of January to the storms of late July
From the calm deep of the ocean to the tempest in your eye
It’s a heavy, heavy burden that you’ll never have to hold
As the Occidental Taurus stumbles right into the fold

As we look into the future, and have hope to look some more
As we climb out of the rubble after wading through the gore
There’s a brighter day that’s coming even though it’s not here yet
But the Occidental Taurus reminds us never to forget

Bridge:
After the heartache in place of the pain
After the damage is done
We’ll find a place that is sheltered from rain
We’ll have our day in the sun

If the heat is too oppressive and the pain is too intense
If you encounter only strangers on both sides of the fence
If there’s no one to console you and no one to hear you cry
The Occidental Taurus will help you to get by

For a fortnight and a fortune all the felons find the way
But we can spot them like a blemish in the cold hard light of day
And even in the blackness of a deep dark moonless night
The Occidental Taurus will help us win the fight

It won’t be steeped in silence and it won’t be kept at bay
It won’t be stopped by violence or the things that mad men say
It’s running like a river, like the blood runs through your veins
It’s flowing from the valleys and in strength it only gains

It’s not about religion, politics, astrology
It’s not constrained to text books, rhetoric, geography
It’s right there in the mirror and it’s with you through the night
The Occidental Taurus ushers in the morning light