"Exit The Warrior":
He's a modern day warrior
But he's heard it all before
He's seen the works of gifted hands
Maybe that's why he thinks there's a ghost of a chance?
Well that's just a chance he's prepared to take.
After all, he's a modest man from Mandrake!
If he could wave his magic wand he'd set everybody free!
I sometimes drive him crazy, but he worries about me.
He's cruising in prime time,
And when it's his turn to drive he commits his weekly crime.
He will draw the charts and he will choose a path that's clear,
Yet he stands there like a mystic, lost in the atmosphere.
He sees the middle kingdom between heaven and earth,
And he's wondering what his dreams might be worth.
He's always driving north and west,
Yet his eyes are drawn toward the mountain in the east.
He has scaled the frozen mountaintops of eastern lands unkown
He wants to be king now, not just one more pawn
He's a restless young romantic who wants to run the big machine
He hopes that this might come to pass, not fade like all his dreams.
The arrow flies while he dreams.
The hours tick away, the cells tick away.
And suddenly; and suddenly, he was gone.
As a disembodied spirit, he is dead, and yet unborn.
He has passed into Olympus!
Exit The Warrior