Well I've heard it said before by those much kinder than I That what separates a wiseman from a fool Is what he sees when he looks into the sky What he sees when he looks into the sky
One might see a big space While another might long for the moon Another might see only unreachable stars And a fool looks back down at his shoes
But a wise man sees his own backyard A wise man always lives in the stars A wise man wants to re-write the book And it's thrown into the fools fire Without even a look
Somewhere close by and yet so far away Is a place where we came from that we may see again someday A place of more breadth and more depth than you'll know And a fool has never seen where a wise man will go
And a wise man sees his own backyard A wise man always lives in the stars A wise man wants to re-write the book And it's thrown into the fools fire Without even a look