Bb Am G
Well, that's the whole story
Bb Am G
A hill fool got full of himself
Bb Am G
How much glory
F Fm C
Made of plastic
F Fm C
But what about your mind
F Fm
The spacious valley that echoes
C
Like a drug
Bb Am G
Well, that's the moral of the story
Bb Am G
Your feet must stay on the ground
Bb Am G
You can move cautiously
Bb Am G
Even if all the world isn’t waiting for you
F Fm C
How about
C
How about
Bb Am G
All our stories
Bb Am G
Reach a common point
Bb Am G
That there is no randomness
Bb Am G
How about achieving calm
G
As if it were built of bricks
