(Hensley Byron)

Searching every day
Looking every way
Trying to make a connection
To find a piece of the action
Like a hungry poet
Who doesn't know
He is close to perfection
Choice is the question
Moonlight night after moonlight night
Side by side they will see us ride
But if they cared to look, then they would see
It's our return to fantasy, fantasy, fantasy
Fantasy, fantasy, fantasy

Can you understand
That in every man
There's a need to unwind
That's never been defined
Somewhere deep within
There's another being
You are somehow abusing
By the person you're using
Moonlight night after moonlight night
Side by side they will see us ride
But if you care to look, then they would see
It's our return to fantasy, fantasy, fantasy
Fantasy, fantasy, fantasy

Travelling faster than lightning
Closer than ever before
We can go on for you, and take you nearer to
The legend of mystery from the beginning of time
Dreaming... TIME... Dreaming
We can return to the land of the good and the kind
TIME... Dreaming... TIME... Dreaming
Why don't [bad word] to our party and open your minds

In another place
There's a newer face
Like an unfinished painting
Your creator is waiting
The [bad word] and pen describe
What it is inside
That will set your mind thinking
While the others are sinking
Moonlight night after moonlight night
Side by side they will see us ride
But if they cared to look, then they would see
It's our return to fantasy, fantasy, fantasy, oh yeah
Fantasy, fantasy, fantasy
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"Tales"
(Hensley)

We told our tales as we sat under
Morning's sleepy sky
With all the colours of the sunrise
Shining in our eyes.

One, then another, with a story of yesterday's lives
Or of a lover who had gone in a
Moment of strife.

No thought of sleep ever dwells upon
The wise man's mind
Some task or audience stealing every
Moment of his time.

Thus we have learned to live
While mortal men stand waiting to die.
How can we do what must be done in
Just one short life.

And if you ask, then you must know.
If you still doubt, you should be told.
It was not we that made it so.
It was by those who went before.

And there you sit, tomorrow's child
So full of love, so full of life
But you must rise to meet the day
Lest you [bad word] another tale

And there you sit, tomorrow's child
So full of love, so full of life
But you must rise to meet the day
Lest you [bad word] another tale

Another tale, another tale
Another tale