Walls

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 walkin 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 your bustlin'