As I sit here all snug in my bed

I feel inclined to wonder

why all those stories I used to be told

are now just Make Believe

Stories of stormy seas, stormy seas

Guardians of Treasures lost

Pray what lies beneath the waves majestic?

Lost Treasures? Atlantis?

Or is that just make believe?

Legends of shifting sands, shifting sands

Protectors of marvels long since forgotten

How many secrets do you hide?

A mummy? A kingdom?

Or is that just make believe?

Tales of scented pines, scented pines

protecing the Garden of Eden

is there such a place with such a fruit?

Or is that just make believe?

So as I lay here all snug in my bed

I feel inclined to wonder,

Is this world reall?

Or is it make believe as well?