As the sun comes creeping up the mountain and the wind blows over from the sea

Hey, we're brought into this land like tiny particles of sand, unsure of who we're smarter than, or what we're meant to be

Oh the grains sift coarsely through the hour glass and collect like their victims in the bowl

The ungodly force of change erodes all sense of earthly gains

While tending to the mundane will terrorize your soul

And it's no! It's no use thinking that you're wrong

The past is old and gone

It's best to move along and find your Avalon



Well, I wish that I could tell you it was easy, just take the paved road right to paradise

But the truth is my friend, the pain and suffering never ends

Make amends with medicine, amnesia, and lies

The grains sift coarsely through the hour glass and they pound like boulders on the brain

All those things you did for fun, never hurting anyone, careless shadows in the sun, just empty and lame

And it's no... it's no use thinking that you're wrong

The past is old and gone

It's best to move along and find your Avalon



It's no use thinking that you're wrong

The past is dead and gone

It's best to move along and find your Avalon



So now the day races from the twilight

How the fields are enveloped by the shade

And the story that you'll tell, inventory of your well, crack the shell and find the mortar silted and decayed

And it's no! It's no use thinking that you're wrong

The past is dead and gone

It's best to move along and find your Avalon

It's best to hurry on and find your Avalon