Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rush
Performer
Alex Lifeson
Electric Guitar
Geddy Lee
Bass Guitar
Neil Peart
Drums
Adele Stein
Cello
Jacob Szekely
Cello
David Campbell
String Conductor
Audrey Solomon
Violin
Entcho Todorov
Violin
Gerardo Hilera
Violin
Hiroko Taguchi
Violin
Joel Derouin
Violin
Jonathan Dinklage
Violin
Mario Deleon
Violin
Clockwork Angels String Ensemble
Ensemble
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alex Lifeson
Songwriter
Geddy Lee
Songwriter
Neil Peart
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rush
Producer
Anson Moore
Engineer
Chris Montifiore
Engineer
Chris Newsome
Engineer
Corey Harris
Engineer
Gregory Frederick
Engineer
Jason Macalik
Engineer
Jimmy Goldsmith
Engineer
Joel Singer
Engineer
Richard Chycki
Engineer
John Virant
Executive Producer
Pegi Cecconi
Executive Producer
Ray Danniels
Executive Producer
Adam Ayan
Mastering Engineer
Mike Fraser
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
In a world lit only by fire
Long train of flares under piercing stars
I stand watching the steamliners roll by
The caravan thunders onward
To the distant dream of the city
The caravan carries me onward
On my way at last
On my way at last
I can't stop thinking big
I can't stop thinking big
On a road lit only by fire
Going where I want, instead of where I should
I peer out at the passing shadows
Carried through the night into the city
Where a young man has a chance of making good
A chance to break from the past
The caravan thunders onward
Stars winking through the canvas hood
On my way at last
In a world where I feel so small
I can't stop thinking big
I was brought up to believe
The universe has a plan
We are only human
It's not ours to understand
The universe has a plan
All is for the best
Some will be rewarded
And the devil take the rest
All is for the best
Believe in what we're told
Blind men in the market
Buying what we're sold
Believe in what we're told
Until our final breath
While our loving Watchmaker
Loves us all to death
In a world of cut and thrust
I was always taught to trust
In a world where all must fail
Heaven's justice will prevail
The joy and pain that we receive
Each comes with its own cost
The price of what we're winning
Is the same as what we've lost
Until our final breath
The joy and pain that we receive
Must be what we deserve
I was brought up to believe
Writer(s): Neil Peart, Geddy Lee Weinrib, Alex Lifeson
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