Wise Men Of Old - Single

There’s a story about the tellers of our fortunes from the past,

Good stories of good living but it wasn't theirs to last.

No need for a little white stick to guard our desperate way.

Just listen to those tellers of the future in our way.

Now the time has come for one and all to look out where we are.

The pastel in the blue sky's so near and yet so far.

We must listen to our fathers we must look out for our son.

We can't talk about the good times, for we know what we have done.

Are we here to last hungry souls must we fast?

Do we say it’s all fine are we just another space in time?

Do we say it’s all fine are we just another space in time?

The teacher tells his boys to believe in what they see.

That there seems to be no one out there. Why this pain and misery?

A little boy he asked his master, if his own brain he could see?

The answer came was sadly no and what a point he proved to the.

Are we here to last or hungry souls must we fast?

Do we say it’s all fine are we just another space in time?

Do we say it’s all fine are we just another space in time?

Now the time has come for one and all to look out where we are.

The pastel in the blue sky's so near and yet so far.

We must listen to our fathers we must look out for our son.

We can't talk about the good times, for we know what we have done.

Are we here to last hungry souls must we fast?

Do we say it’s all fine are we just another space in time?

Do we say it’s all fine or are we just another space in time?

Do we know the truth; do we know that we are blind?

Do we hope to find as we lead each other from behind?

Say the truth, what we see, we believe in those wise men of old.

Do we say it’s all fine are we just another space in time?

Do we say it’s all fine are we just another space in time?

Say the truth, what we see, we believe in those wise men of old.