Wise Men Of Old

There's a story about the tellers of our fortunes from the past. Good stories of good living but it wasn't theirs to last. No need for a little white stick to guard our desperate way Just listen to those tellers of the future in our way Now the time has come for one and all to look out where we are The pastel in the blue sky's so near and yet so far. We must listen to our fathers we must look out for our son We can't talk about the good times, for we know what we have done. Are we here to last hungry souls we must fast Do we say it's all fine are we just another space in time Do we say it's all fine are we just another space in time The teacher tells his boys to believe in what they see that there seems to be no-one out there, why this pain and misery. A little boy, he asked his master, if his own brain he could see The answer came was sadly no and what a point he proved to thy. Are we here to last hungry souls we must fast Do we say it's all fine are we just another space in time Do we say it's all fine are we just another space in time Now the time has come for one and all to look out where we are The pastel in the blue sky's so near and yet so far. We must listen to our fathers we must look out for our son We can't talk about the good times, for we know what we have done. Are we here to last hungry souls we must fast Do we say it's all fine are we just another space in time Do we say it's all fine are we just another space in time Do we know the truth, do we know that we are blind Do we hope to find, as we lead each other from behind. Say the truth what we see, we believe in those wise men of old Do we say it's all fine are we just another space in time Do we say it's all fine are we just another space in time Say the truth what we see, we believe in those wise men of old credits