We believe in mountains of gold
And the story of the sea
We believe in rhythms untold

We believe in endless fields of nothin' yeah
So go on and leave me with your bustlin'
Don't try to tell me, you have gone away


Little boy wake up, wake up fast
You know this life ain't never gonna last

Always on the wrong side of those railroad tracks
Never, ever, ever looking back


Don't try to tell me or even sell me
Just give me what you're walkin' on
History's your lesson, indeed your question

Just give me what you're walking on

You look tired my friend from living

Just outside those walls
You look tired my friend and so
Your voice surely calls


We believe in mountains of gold
And the story of the sea

We believe in rhythms untold
We believe in endless fields of nothin' yeah
So go on and leave me with you bustlin'