Ten fingers dance on them to and fro
Music emerges from down below
Telling us stories that aren't so.
A story of a man that walked across time
From the distant past to a future time
Searching for the hope that he couldn't find
Only to find that he was searching blind
Stories of girls who are searching for love
And when they find it, it's never enough
And they search on, calloused and tough
Til their gentile skin becomes wrinkled and rough
And of those who change the world in their dreams
Knowing that nothing is ever as it seems
And to avoid a future that is filled with screams
Litter the path ahead with broken dreams
But not all stories are those of despair
Some are of love and people who care
Whom the sun kissed, wind danced with their hair
With the hope that when we arrive in the future are there
But it's not just the words that fill us with mirth
But the melodies that sang us to sleep from our birth
And the way the sounds ring off the earth
That remind us of our joy and what it's all worth
