Illusion
In a forest known as heartbreak
In a clearing in the wood
'Cross a pathway called confusion
Toward the garden of delight.
You'll reach the river of desire
And meekly try to cross it.
While the valley of love keeps avoiding you,
Because it's only an illusion.
Upon the hill of high ideals
You begin to wonder if it's real,
You are reaching sleep's oasis,
You begin to wonder how you feel.
But it happens so quickly it doesn't fit
Into your scenes...
Tossin' and turnin' the star of so many scenes,
It's only an illusion.
(Hensley)
