There's a happy town that looks out to the sea
And a different path that looks like changing me
There's a half-way house that you can never see
And an early mist is rolling
Pull down these marble halls
There is no truth at all
Hide down these darkened halls
Until your master calls
Lay down your guns of war
Your Rydells of stone
We know what we're waiting for
We do not wait alone
There is a land that's not forgotten by its kind
And a row of urban soldiers in a line
Dreaming of another place, another time
And an early mist that's rolling
Pull down these marble halls
There is no truth at all
Hide down these darkened halls
Until your master calls
Lay down your guns of war
Your Rydells of stone
We know what we're waiting for
We do not wait alone
There are higher roads that finds another day
There are things to do and see, and words to say
Some things are made of glass and some of clay
And an early mist is rolling
There are those who fought and cried before they ran
There are those who looked in vain for leading hands
And still we search for comforts in the sand
And an early mist is rolling
Pull down these marble halls
There is no truth at all
Hide down these darkened halls
Until your master calls
Lay down your guns of war
Your Rydells of stone
We know what we're waiting for
We do not wait alone