Song: The Restless Folk

Album: The Threshold Of Omniscience
Track: #7

Lyrics

Infinite potential in a tiny young bloke
People hanging lifetimes on the words he spoke
So he took a vow of silence and he held out hope
That someday his true story would get wrote

People sang his praises from the mountains to the coast
But then they always asked him why he always had to boast
He couldn't say a word that would garner their support
So for the distant borders he set forth

Then he sailed to an island and tied his boat
Tryin to get away from the restless folk
Found him a place by an old tall oak
To hang his head and cry while he wrote

But looking at his wake some pioneers had hope
They'd followed far behind him, but found him in his notes
His thoughts were an addiction and he took another toke
He never even had a chance to gloat

They ran right up beside him so fast he almost choked
He felt the world swallow his solitude up whole
He ran away again in the quiet of his boat
Unknowingly becoming their hero

While he sailed from the island inside his boat
The news already spread to the restless folk
They found him trying to hide by another old oak
And raised their hands and screamed "Our new hope!"

They put him on the spot even though he said "Nope!"
They wanted all his brilliance and they wanted it rote
But as he tried to speak, he sounded like a dope
For everything he knew he'd already wrote

The people screamed and yelled "This imposter is a joke!"
He even tried to sing but another bad note
Betrayal was his crime, even though he didn't know
They stoned him after unanimous vote

Then he sailed to an island without his boat
Finally away from the restless folk
Came to a stop by the old tall oak
And he became this song, that I just wrote

He sailed to an island and tied his boat
Tryin to get away from the restless folk
Found him a place by an old tall oak
To hang his head and cry while he wrote

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