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.