Myth

Oh, can you tell me
Where we going?
And will it be like where we've been?
Well, I won't see you again
So I guess I'll go rambling
Ramblin', oh yeah
Ramblin', oh yes
Oh yeah

Mother of the far and few
And there's not much left to eat, yeah, hey
And if we die
In this dry ocean, babe
Will time keep rolling, rollin' on
Rollin' on
Rollin' on

Somebody, somewhere will find what's left
I said somebody somewhere will find what's left
Oh yeah
And we'll bеcome a myth, man, oh man
We'll becomе a myth, man, oh man
We'll become a myth
I said we'll become a myth
Oh yeah