Sailing across a lake in a little fishing boat
The water and the waves are blasting down your throat
Tales of wilted future long lost in days of old
The future of the future has already been sold
Always time for wonder
Always time for grace
Always time until the time
Is lost without a trace
Trees in a meadow in a forest at night
Looking all around feeling something's not right
In the sky meanwhile a bird flying high
Caught a glimpse of a sparkling lake in it's eye
Always time for wonder
Always time for grace
Always time until the time
Is lost without a trace
So the fisherman and the eagle met that day
And to his surprise that bird began to say
Tales of wilted future long lost in days of old
The future of the future has already been sold