The first deception was the notion that the world would open up That the boredom would give way unto an overflowing cup That the people I met inside the walls of higher ed Would paint a gilded world of meaning on the inside of my head But oh, these are just songs we sing Like fairy tales, Homer, and children with wings The next deception was the one that told us we could have it all That we could be the shining beauty at the centre of the ball That we would grow to fill the shoes that move us to our fate And plant us firmly at the doors of heaven's pearly gate But oh, these are just songs we sing Like fairy tales, Homer, and children with wings The best we can do is to live with the loss And hope that we don't buckle under the cross And in the wings of all our acts the last dark deceptions lurk The thousand eyes that realized this was never meant to work