The Tailor

I’m a long way from my home, I was born on the ragin' sea
And when I first struck land with my head in hand
I built a house out of an old oak tree
And raised a family out of earth and electricity
And I was king of my domain, but my fortitude had proved in vain
And when the locusts came like a summer rain
Devouring everything that I held dear
And all I’d worked for simply disappeared
So I crept away, for I had debts to pay
And joined the army as a privateer
Yeah, it was then, the wind it whispered
But I would not hear
So we sailed out across the land
Through an ocean made of sinkin' sand
And, though I lost my men, I was born again
As a tailor in an unknown land
With a needle and some thread in hand
Mending suits and slacks, stitching up the cracks
In the backs of my neighbors' heads
And soon the word, yeah, of my work, it spread through the town
So before the king I stood
I said, «I come from the ragin' sea
And if the truth be told, I am not so old
As you might first have taken me to be
«For numbers never could apply to me
For I’m as old as time and maybe half as blind
What some of you might call infinity
Yeah, I’m the tailor of the earth and electricity»