Why do we love old men telling stories
Why do we love Grandma's wise
Because they lived in a time before us
Of higher truth of their kind
And hope comes from
The old tales derived
Of this piece of mind
And even in the darkest of life
We'll draw hope in the peace
The peace
The piece of mind
Dirty hands and sweat of brow
Are we the middle of the road
Wasn't bad then shouldn't be bad now
What's wrong with doing what we're told
And hope comes from
The old tales derived
Of this piece of mind
And hope comes from
The old tales derived
Of this piece of mind
And even in the darkest of life
We'll draw hope in the peace
The peace
The piece of mind
Because there's a piece of mind
A sliver of the goodness
They tucked in our heart for time
So we'd walk the line of fullness