Theres a simple tale told by our fathers
a hint of words, a crystal ball
I may be wrong and despite my thoughts
I have nothing else to believe in
from where I stand a fire holds my hand
There will always be War, there will always be tears
and it reminds me that if I sit and watch
and count every piece of gold I've got
I'll learn not a thing and I am learning
to believe in those tales, take a hint
I may be wrong and despite my thoughts
I have nothing else to believe in
If you want, come along, pack a dream
Because nothing is what it seems
Fall in love, work for free,
Die with stories to pass along and leave
Cause there are those stories told before
Reminding you that living careful kills you more
It's not easy but they are right
So I leave tonight.
