Songs

Early Years

author: Auteurs

Who cares about
your mystic lies
Is it a claim to some reality
I found myself barefoot
on stones
I don't think
'It was meant to be'
I don't think
'It just had to be'
So how can it be pre-arranged
When there's no order anyway
I found myself barefoot
on stone
I don't think it was destiny
It wasn't in the stars that day
Good fortune smile
On my ascendant star
Take heed, small talk
Don't trust the stars
I know that it's insufferable
Visionary can be so vain
To think that somewhere
There's a path for you
I know it makes
it seem mundane
It makes it all seem
so mundane
Good fortune smile
On my ascendant star
Take heed, small talk
Don't trust the stars

Other songs by Auteurs:
Idiot Brother
American Guitars
Valet Parking
Early Years
Dont Trust the Stars