You blow out candles when you walk in a room
I saw no way out I was lost in the tunes
So sit down stand up you're stuck in the cage
And when you wake up, you'll be amazed

The fact remains in tact that nobody knows
Who lit the stove
The age old lies in the far off dusty tomes
Don't hold much water anymore

So ask that rich man, ""hey you got any gold?""
You sold your name out but what was the cause?
And all I want now is a walk in the woods
I see no reasons to pour over the good books

The fact remains in tact that nobody knows
Who lit the stoves?
The age old lies in the far off dusty tomes
Don't hold muchwater anymore

I count my money while you coin a phrase
I dropped some hints out and you drew the maze
The whole world's ending in a slow ice age
One cold black hole ain't a walk thru the pearly gates

The fact remains in tact that nobody knows
Who lit the stove
The age old lies in the far off dusty tomes
Don't hold much water anymore

The dream will always seem just out of reach

Copyright: Wixen Music Publishing
Writer(s): CARL WILLARD BROEMEL