Lyrics:

There's a sign down back of main street Says: Dreams are not for sale Took a life to find that out Lost behind a veil Born in line of duty Awakened with a frown Found it hard to readjust Closed the old church down Read a book of fables, of wizards and of gnomes Reaped the autumn harvest, the seeds already sown Didn't have a number, didn't have a name The man that knew the answer, he couldn't play the game Well he drank the cool clear water And he breathed the old sunrise Laughed away the mornings Didn't hear the sighs Joined the Manhattan party Found himself at home Climbed upon the ladder Left for lands unknown Then one autumn evening, as the day was on its last Came out of the sunset, the legend from the past Their heads were turned in wonder, in anger and in shame From the man that knew the answer, that couldn't play the game