I could tell you the wildest of tales

My friend the giant and traveling sales

Tell you all the times that I failed

The years all behind me, the stories exhaled



And I’m, drying out, crying out

This isn’t how I go…



I could tell you of a man not so tall

Who said, “Life’s a circus, and so we are small.”

Tell you of a girl that I saw

I froze in the moment and she changed it all



And I’m drying out, crying out

This isn’t how I go

Hurry now, lay me down

And let these waters flow



Son, I am not everything you thought that I would be

But every story I have told is part of me



You keep the air in my lungs

Floating along as a melody comes

And my heart beats like tympani drums

Keeping the time while the symphony strums



And I''m drying out, crying out,

This isn''t how I go.

Hurry now, lay me down

And let these waters flow

Let it flow, let it go...



Son, I am not everything you thought that I would be

But every story I have told is part of me

Son, I leave you now, but you have so much more to do

And every story I have told is a part of you