There's a sign down back of main street  Says: Dreams are not for sale  Took a life to find that out  Lost behind a veil  Born in line of duty  Awakened with a frown  Found it hard to readjust  Closed the old church down    Read a book of fables, of wizards and of gnomes  Reaped the autumn harvest, the seeds already sown  Didn't have a number, didn't have a name  The man that knew the answer, he couldn't play the game    Well he drank the cool clear water  And he breathed the old sunrise  Laughed away the mornings  Didn't hear the sighs  Joined the Manhattan party  Found himself at home  Climbed upon the ladder  Left for lands unknown    Then one autumn evening, as the day was on its last  Came out of the sunset, the legend from the past  Their heads were turned in wonder, in anger and in shame  From the man that knew the answer, that couldn't play the game