Neither fact nor action makes for the truth
It’s a lilt on the tongue, a gleam in the eye
It’s a telling a story of heart

Caught me a fish then I told the whole tale
The weight, the length seemed like a waste of breath
So told about a different part

Quiet waters on a quiet day
Willows were draiping their skirts in the water
Under their shadows, pools of fish nips

The air was as big as the sky
The shadows were long and deep
It was all so big, when I caught the fish, it too…

But what do you do with the guy
Who want’s to see the facts and figures