Storytaker
Take a story from the past
Polish it, make it 'built to last'
Give it love and give it gas
And someplace to go
Give somebody else the wheel
So they can feel the way you feel
Impervious to all of us
Lost on your own long road

Nobody ever seems to get through to you
Nobody ever seems to get through

Every boy will cry and sob
The day he knows he's not Roy Hobbs
Just a man who needs a plan
And someplace to go
As for me, I was born
I was born to barnstorm
And I won't sit waiting
For a wind to send me home

Nobody ever seems to get through to you
Nobody ever seems to understand
That it's your right to be
Standing there silently
And that the sweetest irony
Is what you'll tell the world

Take a story from the past...