You were born to be your father so why should I defend myself
Skipping stones across the water sending ripples through your empty shell
Riding rivers down to oceans so you have something for show and tell
Chasing that last summer can only ever end so well
Tales told no correcting it now said the wise old man at the center of town
Path is set yet you're coming up short guess that drawing on straws ain't like any old sport
You have suffered like no other said the prophet to his apostles
Let your women warn you how fast you're coming down that hill
Granted visions in the morning by the night they've only memory served
Humble odds and Grecian gods paint a destiny they'll never tell
Tales told no correcting it now said the wise old man at the center of town
Path is set yet you're coming up short guess that drawing on straws ain't like any old sport
You were born to be your father so why should I defend myself
Skipping stones across the water sending ripples through your empty shell
Riding rivers down to oceans so you have something for show and tell
Chasing that last summer can only ever end so well
Tales told no correcting it now said the wise old man at the center of town
Path is set yet you're coming up short guess that drawing on straws ain't like any old sport
Tales told no correcting it now said the wise old man at the center of town
Path is set yet you're coming up short guess that drawing on straws ain't like any old sport