They say there´s an underground river,
That none of us can see,
And it flows through winding tunnels,
On its way to a tide-less sea.

And across that sea is an island,
A paradise we are told,
Where the toils of life are forgotten,
And they call it the Island of Souls.

For only a soul can go there,
A soul that´s been set free,
From the confines of a working life,
To find eternity.

Your old man had a cage for his pigeons,
But that´s really where he kept his soul,
And when he watched them fly he would see himself,
Least that´s how it was told.

But his soul was still trapped in the cage son,
While the birds they soared to the sky,

But he couldn´t find his own way out,
Least not ´til the day he died.

Oh, a man builds a cage with the tools he is given,
His casket is sealed with a riveter´s gun,
This solitary madness is where he is driven,
It was him who was trapped in the soul cage son,
It was him that was trapped in the soul cage.

I know that he loved you, but he hadn´t the words,
He´d be easier speaking the language of birds,
For to speak of emotion, it just wasn´t done,
It was him who was trapped in the soul cage son,
It was him that was trapped in the soul cage.

A man builds a cage with the tools he is given,

His casket is sealed with a riveter´s gun,
The solitary madness is where he is driven,
It was him who was trapped in the soul cage son,
It was him that was trapped in the soul cage.