sailing to colchis

all that we know is less than wholly true
not all we see is clear to open eye
the last battalions pass in review

we'll take the ship and find a better crew
don't listen to the seagulls' plaintive cry
all that we know is less than wholly true

don't shun the old to cleave unto the new
but judge the stranger things that you may try
the last battalions pass in review

our ancestors will have no cause to rue
we see the traps and how to pass them by
all that we know is less than wholly true

none of us all old habits should eschew
a normal day is never truly dry
the last battalions pass in review

the thing that holds us is not any glue
we see no stars in the late evening sky
all that we know is less than wholly true
the last battalions pass in review