Bb    Am     G
Well, that's the whole story

Bb    Am        G
A hill fool got full of himself

Bb  Am   G
How much glory


F    Fm  C
Made of  plastic

F        Fm         C
But what about your mind

    F                    Fm
The spacious valley that echoes

       C
Like a drug


Bb    Am         G
Well, that's the moral of the story

Bb             Am          G
Your feet must stay on the ground

Bb      Am   G
You can move cautiously

Bb              Am                      G
Even if all the world isn’t waiting for you

F    Fm  C
How about

C
How about


Bb  Am  G
All  our   stories

Bb      Am     G
Reach a common point

     Bb    Am    G
That there is no randomness


Bb  Am    G
How about achieving calm

G
As if it were built of bricks