Williamsburg

Three unwise men travel underground

Feeling inside makes a buzzin sound

Lost their bearings lost all direction

Still they push on

These stepping-stones are all overgrown

Been led up the garden path

The voice leads them on though the face is unknown

They're surrounded by strangers.

They wanted to go there until they got there

Tried to find the road that led back and that no where

Then they turned the corner it shone

They found what they were looking for

A smile behind the door in Williamsburg

Three unwise men must be leaving soon

Feeling inside starts to fill the room

So naive to what the future holds

Still they push on.

These stepping-stones are all overgrown

Been led up the garden path

The voice leads them on though the face is unknown

They're surrounded by strangers.

They wanted to go there until they got there

Tried to find the road that led back and that no where

Then they turned the corner it shone

They found what they were looking for

A smile behind the door in Williamsburg