gather round these scattered stones   and spell your name out loud   i am ill at ease and incomplete   i'm buckled to this crowd   won't you spell for me, spell for me   words are hard to find   you're the god of all the good stuff   but you're always so unkind      fly apollo   there's a marathon of seasons in the   sky apollo   forget about your treasons wonder   why apollo   with a hundred thousand reasons   won't you fly   for me      lay out on these stepping stones   don't tell us who'll be lost   all your prophecies are empty   'cause we all need help across   take my hand, take my hand   hold on tight   you're the god of the good looking   but you never do what's right      fly apollo   there's a marathon of seasons in the   sky apollo   forget about your treasons wonder   why apollo   with a hundred thousand reasons   won't you fly   for me      gather up these sticks and stones   and tell me what's my name   i've no need for all your poetry   'cause i'll write my own someday   you say we'll find our temple in the mist   i hope god has got some answers   'cause i can't take much more of this      fly apollo   there's a marathon of seasons in the   sky apollo   forget about your treasons wonder   why apollo   with a hundred thousand reasons   won't you fly   for me