We put our foot forth and walked new terrains we used an old map we found in a fairytale the skies gave us rainbows we followed in hope our hope grew stronger with each step we took
And now we are here, where’s the pot of gold? And the old ones who started our march, they’re all gone And science made us walk faster, but brought no fairytales of hope.
So what do we do now, where to we go? A young man is asking, he gets no answer from anyone the skies show no rainbows, the old ones have moved on those who would know, and get answers on their own.
So we sit and wait for an answer from a god who we no longer believe in and no longer trust the game of life on earth seems to evil and unjust
Hold on says another when walking we did fine perhaps our troubles are caused by a wrong state of mind lets seek new borders, lets walk while we’ve got time lets walk new terrains, even though we’re blind
We’ll invent new tales with hope for those to come and a new world will follow, a new land, a new rainbow lets hope that sense and reason, will prosper and grow