As the [bad word] creeping up the mountain
And the wind blows over from the sea
Hey, we're brought into this land like tiny particles of sand,
Unsure of who we're smarter than or what we're meant to be
If the grains sift coarsely through the hour glass
And collect like their victims in the bowl
The ungodly force of change erodes all sense of earthly gains
While tending to the mundane will terrorize your soul

And it's no 
It's no use thinking that you're wrong
The past is old and gone
It's best to move along and find your Avalon

Well, I wish that I could tell you it was easy
Take the paved road right to paradise
But the [bad word] is, my friends, the pain and suffering never ends
Make amends with medicine, amnesia and lies
All the grains sift coarsely through the hour glass
And they pound like boulders on the brain
All those things you did for fun, never hurting anyone,
Careless shadows in the sun, just empty and lame

And it's no 
it's no use thinking that you're wrong
The past is old and gone
It's best to move along and find your Avalon

It's no use thinking that you're wrong
The past is dead and gone
It's best to move along and find your Avalon

So now the day races from the twilight
How the fields are enveloped by the shade
And the story that you'll tell, inventory of your well,
crack the shell and find the mortar silted and decayed

And it's no
It's no use thinking that you're wrong
The past is dead and gone
It's best to move along and find your Avalon
It's best to hurry on and find your Avalon