We gather 'round to hear the story told No difference good or bad We scrape the barrel to buy what is sold The truth, or just another diversion Came all this way to see the signs ourselves See the Promised Land emerging The stories filling every crack with gold, or milk, or wine For complete immersion We gather 'round to see the shadow play No difference good or bad They cut the story to a résumé To sooth and comfort, in the guise of information This is the story of the great unknown Passing by familiar stations An adaptation of the odyssey To meet our cravings and our expectations