Once upon a time ago
Wait, that story's over, yeah
Now it's there on the street
Looking at everyone
Like a stranger
And it's what you make it
It's what you make it
No it's what we make it
Is everyone asking
How far will they take it?
Can anyone say
Losing trust?
Losing what we had made it
Nothing to replace
The net to catch our fall
They who know the night
The ones who owns the teacher
And the teacher owns the day
We can't stop the train
And we can't start it either
Choosing to doubt
That we were ever really meant to be free
So turn and face the day
'Cause they who own the teachers
Are the teachers of today
