Truth Is Truth

Truth is truth simple and plain It gives the joy it gives the pain Truth is truth to twist and turn Truth is truth to yearn and burn The old man sat beneath the tree The look in his eyes is a mystery He talked of brawls, of women and waves Forgetting the pain that came each day He slowly peels back the labels of time His stories and truth are intertwine Brightened by the colors of his memory Nostalgia is his treas-ur-y He swaggers and struts as he tells his tale Daring truth to show and tell He walks up the golden steps of fame To count his blessings of life's ter-rain Now I tell my dreams beneath that tree Reflections of who I used to be The old man hears what I say Because we both live in yesterday x2 Truth is truth simple and plain It gives the joy it gives the pain Truth is truth to twist and turn The past I yearn will (soon) return.