[Intro]
[Fingerpicked Guitar, Light Percussion, Whistling Melody]
Passed along from tongue to tongue
Half remembered, half unsung
Truth gets twisted, stretched and spun
Before you know it, it’s begun
[Verse 1]
Knock on wood, don’t break the chain
Step on cracks, invite the pain
Black cat crossing, turn around
Lost and never to be found
Salt thrown over your left shoulder
Keeps the creeping darkness colder
Every charm and every sign
Draws a shaky, fragile line
[Pre-Chorus]
What we fear and what we trust
Settles deep in all of us
Every whisper grows a trail
Between the truth and fairy tale
[Refrain]
It came through
(Without warning)
Take two
(And call me in the morning)
Feed a cold
(Starve a fever)
Growing old
(Are you a believer)
[Chorus]
Old wives’ tales
(About old wives’ tails)
A wild rumor pales
(More lore never fails)
Passed through veils
(Where logic derails)
Truth rides rails
(On improbable trails)
[Verse 2]
Don’t go out with wet hair
Night air’s waiting unaware
Eat your carrots, see at night
Simple tricks to set things right
Full moon rising, strange behavior
Blame it on a cosmic flavor
Every cure and every claim
Different story, same old game
[Pre-Chorus]
Some survive and some persist
Clinging tight in every twist
Every doubt begins to bend
When the stories never end
[Refrain]
It came through
(Without warning)
Take two
(And call me in the morning)
Feed a cold
(Starve a fever)
Growing old
(Are you a believer)
[Chorus]
Old wives’ tales
(About old wives’ tails)
A wild rumor pales
(More lore never fails)
Built on details
(That truth impales)
Yet it prevails
(When reason derails)
[Bridge – Playful Breakdown, Hand Claps, Call-and-Response Vocals]
If it works, don’t question why
Pass it on, let logic die
Every myth a thread we weave
Only real if we believe
[Breakdown – Minimal, Whispered Voices]
Tell it again…
Say it out loud…
Truth or pretend…
Lost in the crowd…
[Final Chorus – Full Band, Upbeat Energy]
Old wives’ tales
(About old wives’ tails)
A wild rumor pales
(More lore never fails)
Through the details
(Confusion sails)
Story prevails
(As reason exhales)
[Outro – Whistling Returns, Fading Guitar]
Old and new…
Tired and blue…
Rarely a few…
Really come true…
From the album “Stranger Than Fiction“