Composed, performed, produced by Bob Forbes.
Lyrics
Crumbling castles built on the sand,
Pocket full of hopes, they slip through your hands.
Ignorance is a blessing, and locked in a cage,
With fire in soul but a heart not engaged.
Panning for gold and wasting time,
In a mine that's long run dry.
Dancing with demons in the dark,
A fool never reasons, he just plays the part.
The clocks ticking louder, can't you hear the call?
Living for the moment, but it won't last long.
Chasing charades, and trapped in the gist,
Just a fool with no reason, he just can't resist.
Panning for gold and wasting time,
In a mine that's long run dry.
Dancing with demons in the dark,
A fool never reasons, he just plays the part.
Raise your glass to the lost and the banned,
To the fools who are living, with no end to their plans.
A toast to the night, let the whole world see,
A fool never reasons, but they think they are free.
Panning for gold and wasting time,
In a mine that's long run dry.
Dancing with demons in the dark,
A fool never reasons, he just plays the part.
Copyright 2025; Bob Forbes