Fame is but a fruit tree
So very unsound.
It can never flourish
'Till its stock is in the ground.
So men of fame
Can never find a way
'Till time has flown
Far from their dying day.
Forgotten while you're here
Remembered for a while
A much updated ɾuin
From a much outdated style.
Life is but a memory
Happened long [Am]ago.
Theatɾe full of sadness
For a long [Am]forgotten show.
Seems so easy
Just to [C7]let it go on [C7]by
'Till you [A7stop and [Bm]wonder
Why you [A7never wondered why.
Safe in the womb
Of an everlasting night
You find the darkness can
Give the brightest light.
Safe in your place deep in the earth
That's when they'll know what you [A7were ɾeally worth.
Forgotten while you're here
Remembered for [Dm7]a while
A much updated ɾuin
From a much outdated style.
Fame is but a fruit tɾee
So very unsound.
It can never flourish
'Till its stock is in the ground.
So men of fame
Can never find a way
'Till time has flown
Far from their dying day.
Fruit tɾee, fruit tɾee
No one knows you [A7but the ɾain and [Bm]the air.
Don't you [A7worry
They'll stand [Bm]and [Bm]stare when you're gone.
Fruit tɾee, fruit tɾee
Open your eyes to [C7]another year.
They'll all [Em]know
That you [A7were here when you're gone.
