Small Traces of Truth

We knew it all then, Back when men were men; When every page turned Was another lesson learned. But time has marched through With its steel-toed boots; Kicked our dreams aside; Left us empty inside. We knew it all then, Back when men were men; When every page turned Was another lesson learned. But time has tramped through With its steel-toed boots; Kicked our dreams to the curb; Confiscated our verbs. Small traces of truth Salvaged from our youth, Wrapped up in cotton, Filed and forgotten. And I'm sure that you Have done the same too. Your reality box Has three or four locks. If we could go back Down another track, Time would still find us; Strike us down with blindness. So we stumble on Till our strength is gone; Cling to our fading youth And small traces of truth. Serpents in the garden, Demons in the den. Seems like all our hard and Fast rules die in the end. In a world full of lies, Sweet innocence cries. Small traces of truth Remain from our youth, Wrapped up in cotton, Filed and forgotten. And I'm sure that you Have done the same too. Your reality box Has three or four locks.