I've been casting all my shadows on
On Walden Pond, standing tall
Taller than Thoreau
I've been trying to make them live
Trying my best to give them everything
They need to make 'em seem a little less surreal
And I've been calling ever since on all my Emersons
Claiming innocence to God and all His friends
Trying to make 'em see there's more to make believe
As my story goes, so the story goes...
You know there are stories to be told
So I'm writing out on the road
The pages fill as we grow old
I'll keep the dog ears down in case you've found
You want to come on home
I've been casting all my memories on
On Walden Pond as far as I can throw
Trying to make them skip
Trying my best to ship them all out to sea
To make 'em mean a little less to me
But I've been feeling ever since that a part of me still drifts
Blaming coincidence for Mother Nature and all her hints
Trying to make her see that there's more to Make-Believe
As my story goes, well, so the story goes...
You know there's beauty to behold
So we wrote and wrote and wrote!
The pages filled as we grew old
I'll keep the dog ears down in case you've found
I'll keep the dog ears down in case you've found
I'll keep the dog ears down in case you've found
You want to come on home