Alan Parsons Project, “Ammonia Avenue”
“Is there no sign of light as we stand in the darkness,
Watching the sun arise.
Is there no sign of life as we gaze at the waters,
Into the strangers eyes.
And who are we to criticize or scorn the things that they do?
For we shall seek and we shall find Ammonia Avenue.
If we call for the proof and we questions the answers,
Only the doubt will grow.
Are we blind to the truth or a sign to believe in,
Only the wise will know.
And word by word they handed down the light that shines today,
And those who came at first to scoff, remained behind to pray.
Yes those who came at first to scoff, remained behind to pray.
When you can’t hear the rhyme and you can’t see the reason,
Why should the hope remain?
For a man will be tired, and his soul will grow weary,
Living his life in vain.
And who are we to justify the right in all we do?
Until we seek until we find Ammonia Avenue.
Through all the doubt somehow they knew,
And stone by stone they built it high,
Until the sun broke through,
A ray of hope, a shining light, Ammonia Avenue.”