Float inside of my own mind.
These voices in the air
They come from out of nowhere.
They tell me their tall tales
In soft whispers and in wails.
These tales of young and old
And of the meek and of the bold.
Do they speak to me in tongues,
Or is this merely inspiration?
Whatever is the case,
I know I'll never need to chase.
These stories, they'll find me,
Whether real or imaginary.
So, I'll tell you these tall tales,
With their stories, I'll regale.
These legends and their lore,
Tales you've never heard before.
Though, these stories, they're not mine,
I'll gladly share them, anytime!