tom cochrane
paper tigers
Keep your powder dry and warm through the coming darkest storm All the fear that's sent your way through your eyes you might wash away When you can Still your lantern's strong and bright Even through the darkest night All those paper tigers All their lies they might have sold you Might be wasted on One so young that you're old again She walks out through the wind and the rain   They can't give you all those things No pot of gold no big brass ring Stay on the road for the night has come Perhaps at dawn we will be like one again  All those paper tigers All the lies they might have been sold you Might be wasted on One so young that you're old again Sylvia walks out through the wind and the rain  Still the shock rips you through every nerve In the bell jar nothing can be heard  I would walk with you I would talk with you I would do anything that would get you through Draw the line for you Take the fifth for you I would stand on a bridge and jump off it too  All those paper tigers All the lies they might have told you Might be wasted on One so young that you're old again All those paper tigers All the lies your mother told you Might be wasted on One so young that you're old again She walks out through the wind and the rain