Well, I wish that I could tell you it was easy,
Just take the paved road right to paradise.
But the truth is my friend, the pain and suffering never ends.
Make amends with medicine, amnesia, and lies.
The grains sift coarsely through the hour glass and they pound like boulders on the brain.
All those things you did for fun, never hurting anyone,
Careless shadows in the sun, just empty and lame.
And it's no... it's no use thinking that you're wrong.
The past is old and gone.
It's best to move along and find your Avalon.
So now the day races from the twilight.
How the fields are enveloped by the shade.
And the story that you'll tell, inventory of your well,
Crack the shell and find the mortar silted and decayed.
And it's no! It's no use thinking that you're wrong.
The past is dead and gone.
It's best to move along and find your Avalon.
It's best to hurry on and find your Avalon.