Looking up for heaven And all their words for glory Well they always sounded empty When we're looking up for heaven When we're lying in the dirt There's no looking up for heaven Stories told to me And stories told to you Way down here upon the ground

Looking up for heaven And all their words were glory Well they all, they sounded empty When we're looking up for heaven When we're lying in the dark There's no looking up for heaven Stories told to me and stories told to you Way down here upon the ground

Bow your head In the sea of red There are stories to be told As the years go by All the memories unfold Now look and listen as you walk around And you'll hear voices on the wind Those lonely whispers from this hallowed ground

And we are full of stories to be told. Cross my heart and hope to die, As you held me down, you said: "I'll see you in the future when we're older I'll see you with your laughter lines." Ashen faces in cold breeze, I'll see you in the future when we're

I guess I'll always be Of a windmill going round A soldier of fortune. Now I feel I'm growing older And all the songs that I have sung Echo in the distance Like the sound I have often told you stories about the way I lived the life of a drifter waiting

Here we sit And the sand that they call cocaine cost you twice as much as gold You'd be better off to drink your coffee black But I swear, the land it listened to the stories that we told God bless the busted boat that brings us back Across the table

When did it get so cold? Where did the love we had go? How could you changed so fast there? When did your heart grow cold? When did you lose all feeling? When did these promises become stories and never told? When did you turn away? When did you stop

Of a windmill going round Guess I'll always be a soldier of fortune And the songs that I have sung Echo in the distance Like the sound I have often told you stories about the way I lived the life of a drifter Waiting for the day When I'd take your hand