And it all came down to the rise of the tale
And all we are is passed down from above
Even further if we dare to dream
But lately I've been dreaming so much
Clocks and calendars counting the days
The river comes and it washes them away
From the cities and the streets
Back to where the idea was born
Now I'm standing in the darkness
listening to the wind and the history
Clinging to the branch of
Straight off the bat like nobody noticed
The unstoppable march of progress
Not long ago we invented the wheel
In many ways we are inventing it still
Crowds are gathering and criticising
Dreaming up a world of silver lining
Told to view it through the eyes of a child
And to let imagination run wild
Now I'm standing in the crowd
Listening to them bickering
Man, it's hard to imagine
how the tree was ever planted
Let alone the weather and
It stands tall in a forest of trees
There's a distant rumbling
The sound of the chainsaw's multiplying
A fire starts with a simple spark
A flash of light and an incredible dark
Now I'm standing in the smoke
Trying to tie a rope around my sanity
