Did your heroes abandon you back in your childhood
Leaving you stranded and lost in the wild wood?
Did your idols and icons strip you of your armor
Leaving you high on the rocks of the harbour?
Well, you did not waste time loosing face over the problem,
It was not your fight anyway
You could have spent your nights
Racking your brains
trying to solve them
But you finally resigned to close those books
and walk away
For when you can’t read the pages as fast as they’re falling
Then listen to your love and the winds that are calling
Tell me, what was all the hype about those
mysteries and archetypes
When, in the end, they all tend to desert
You could have spent your life shining your badges and stripes
But knew, when they were through, that it’d be you
In the dirt
Theirs is not the law though you may choose to abide
I will not see you in that court
I’ll take you as a friend
in whom I can confide
If you take it for a ride, then we must talk
but keep it short
Did your heroes abandon you back in your childhood?
Did they leave you stranded and lost in the wild wood?
Did they leave you stranded?
They leave you stranded