Truth of Life

We build our towers tall to touch the sky

And chase the wind before we learn to fly

But the ground holds the truth we try to flee

Oh, the gold we gather turns to sand

In the hollow of an open hand (ahhhh)

That's the truth of life,

it's a quiet road Learning how to love and let go of

the load Just a spark in the dark,

then we fade away But the beauty remains

in the light of day

We draw our maps to find a perfect place

To hide the lines of time upon our face But every scar

is a map of where we've been

That's the truth of life,

it's a quiet road Learning how to love and let go of

the load Just a spark in the dark,

then we fade away

But the beauty remains

in the light of day

Light of day... (hummmm)