The Vanished Frontier
"I am the leaves," lied a blown school bus tire.
"I am a tree," lied a burnt mobile home.
"I am a stream," lied a pool.
"I am the sky," a lie from an old fool.
What have I believed in?
How will I deceive me now?
This is the golden age of mankind.
Heaven's celestial rays shine on us.
All of our wars will end in truth.
Or maybe that's the old days.
Don't make 'em like they used to.
What have I believed in?
How will I deceive me now?
What have I believed in?
How will I deceive me now?