In Truth there is no Reason

20 January 1976

In truth there is no reason to regret the passing season
To live in dreams of yesterday and find your mind in jail

We can live behind a curtain and know for sure and certain
That the martial arts will keep us from shattering our dreams

We're not all born to journey or to fight the vizored tourney
Some must tend the cabbages and keep a tidy home

Chorus
But hear me as I rave rushing headlong to the grave
Some are born as brave enough to journey to the stars

If you're not the one to understand the ravings of a journeyman
Then live in dreams of yesterday and stay within your jail

Chorus
But hear me as I rave rushing headlong to the grave
Some are born as brave enough to journey to the stars