Listen to my story
Got two tales to tell
One of fallen glory
One of vanity
The
world's roof was raging
But we were looking fine
And we built that thing
And it grew
wings
In 1959
Wisdom was a teapot
Pouring from above
Desolation
angels
Served it up with love
Igniting strife every form of light
The moved by bold
design
Slid in that thing
And it grew wings
In 1959
China was the
tempest
And madness overflowed
The lama was a young man
And he watched his world in
flames
Taking glory down by the edge of clouds
It was a crying shame
Another lost
horizon
Tibet the fallen star
Wisdom and compassion
Crushed the Land of
Shangrila
But in the land of the impala honey
We were looking fine
Cause we built
that thing
And it grew wings
In 1959
Cause we built that thing
And it grew
wings
In 1959
It was the best of times
It was the worst of times
In 1959
