Avalon

As the sun comes creeping up the mountain and the wind blows over from the sea
Hey, we're brought into this land like tiny particles of sand, unsure of who we're smarter than, or what we're meant to be
Oh the grains sift coarsely through the hour glass and collect like their victims in the bowl
The ungodly force of change erodes all sense of earthly gains. While tending to the mundane will terrorize your soul
And it's no! It's no use thinking that you're wrong. The past is old and gone. It's best to move along and find your avalon

Well, I wish that I could tell you it was easy, just take the paved road right to paradise. But the
Truth is my friend, the pain and suffering never ends. Make amends with medicine, amnesia, and lies
The grains sift coarsely through the hour glass and they pound like boulders on the brain
All those things you did for fun, never hurting anyone, careless shadows in the sun, just empty and lame
And it's no... It's no use thinking that you're wrong. The past is old and gone. It's best to move
Along and find your avalon

So now the day races from the twilight. How the fields are enveloped by the shade. And the story
That you'll tell, inventory of your well, crack the shell and find the mortar silted and decayed
And it's no! It's no use thinking that you're wrong. The past is dead and gone. It's best to move
Along and find your avalon. It's best to hurry on and find your avalon