Over There

There is a place, that’s lost in time
Beyond this world, of yours and mine

There’s a man who plies his trade by counting out the souls
Working out the rights from wrongs and allocating roles

Over there, over there, 
Over there, over there

The way you look, the way you walk
The way you speak, the way you talk

There’s a man who sees you just for what you really are
Staring down into your soul with eyes so wise, afar

There’s a man who sees you just for what you really are
Staring down into your soul with eyes so wise, afar