Myth

Oh, can you tell me Where we going? And will it be like where we've been? Well, I won't see you again So I guess I'll go rambling Ramblin', oh yeah Ramblin', oh yes Oh yeah Mother of the far and few And there's not much left to eat, yeah, hey And if we die In this dry ocean, babe Will time keep rolling, rollin' on? Rollin' on Rollin' on Somebody, somewhere will find what's left I said, somebody somewhere will find what's left Oh yeah And we'll bеcome a myth, man, oh man We'll becomе a myth, man, oh man We'll become a myth I said we'll become a myth Oh yeah