the story doesn't end

tell me, what kind of tall tale is this a story of sorrow, boredom, or bliss a slowly burning string i wove from the abyss the angel and the devil sit down to reminisce let me alone, i’ll write my own story chisel in the stone, i’ll seize my own glory writing on my own with no a priori the angel answers the phone (lights, camera, action) rising with the velvet curtain draped across my stage as i open my book and turn to the very first page for torrents of rain and the blazing sunlight you know they can’t stop us, ‘cause we’ll be all right the valleys and oceans, cliffs and rivers can make these losers into winners let’s hold hands together and shout out loud oh, i am alive right here right now there's no place i’d rather be instead the story doesn’t end tell me, what kind of contest of fools the spinning of stories from hay to gold spools the bell tolls for thee, the vampire drools the angel and the devil, writing their own rules i’m not here for gold, i’ll aim so much higher truth will be told, i know my own liar freezing in the cold, i’ll light my own fire the devil puts the phone on hold (ready, set, go) i see the checkered black and white flag fluttering in the air flooring the pedal, knowing that i’m almost there for torrents of rain and the blazing sunlight you know they can’t stop us, ‘cause we’ll be all right the valleys and oceans, cliffs and rivers can make these losers into winners until every tree has been turned into a book until the day we run out of places to look until civilization ends in fire let’s live and love as we desire for nothing at all will last forever unless we can stick it out together no better thing that i could ask for the angel and devil on the dance floor let’s hold hands together and shout out loud oh, i am alive right here right now there's no place i’d rather be instead the story doesn’t end