Another woe of Jake's death to Walter.
Lobstrosities screaming on the shore.
He has to draw the three from the midst of time and space.
He can't feel with his fingers gone.
Roland drags himself in through the door with such frustration.
We all know The Prisoner's life's at stake.
Eddie only stares into the distance,
because he's stoned and strapped with some cocaine.

Many miles away,
Roland crawls through the time.
From the bottom of a dark,
10 year sleep.

Another destructive, hateful morning,
Detta belches filth towards all guys.
She wants to shoplift from the checkout lines today.
She doesn't think she'll get caught trying.
Roland comes and grabs on like a nasty, parasitic tick.
While all Eddie can think to do is watch.
Every single dealing with this so- called schitzophrenic,
is a humiliating kick in the crotch.

Many miles away.
Something crawls from the darkness,
of the Dark Tower's base.

Another working day for Jack Mort.
Dropping bricks on people with grace.
Packed like sardines in a shiny metal tin can,
He hides above to see who he can deface.
Roland grips the door and hurls ol' Jack into the distance,
into the path of an oncoming train.
Detta's evil is gone now.
Susannah's in her place now.
The path towards the tower,
lies in the new Ka-tet.

Many miles away.
There's a marking on the doors,
at the lining of the shore,
from the Dark,
Tower's ba-a-a-a-a-a-a-ase....
Many miles away...
Many miles away..
Many miles away...
Many miles away...