we believe in mountains of gold and the story of the sea we believe in rhythms untold we believe in endless fields of nothin yeah so go on and leave me with your bustlin don t try to tell me you have gone away little boy wake up wake up fast you know this life ain t never gonna last always on the wrong side of those railroad tracks never ever ever looking back don t try to tell me or even sell me just give me what you re walkin on history s your lesson indeed your question just give me what you re walkin on you look tired my friend from living just outside those walls you look tired my friend and so your voice surely calls we believe in mountains of gold and the story of the sea we believe in rhythms untold we believe in endless fields of nothin yeah so go on and leave me with your bustlin 