Whether it starts with an earthquakeor the tears of a few grieving women
I don't know
On the road to gatheringlooking for someone to roll away the stonehe stands alone in her roomas the commotion slowly decays
I don't knowshe's on her way to somewhere newlooking for someone to roll away the stone
It's these idle tales that we need to keep us movingthese tales keep us goingit's these idle tales that we need to tell our childrenthese tales are for our children
She stands upon an empty stage with a song she was born to singshe's on the road again
It's these idle tales that we need to keep us movingthese tales to keep us goingit's these idle tales that we need to tell our childrenthese tales are for our childrenwhether it starts with an earthquakeor the tears of a few grieving women
I don't know