Baker No more questions, Please. No more tests. Comes the day you say, "What for?" Please- no more. Mysterious man They disappoint, They disappear, They die but they don't... Baker What? Mysterious man They disappoint In turn, I fear. Forgive, though, they won't... Baker No more riddles. No more jests. No more curses you can't undo, Left by fathers you never knew. No more quests. No more feelings. Time to shut the door. Just- no more. Mysterious man Running away- let's do it, Free from the ties that bind. No more depair Or burdens to bear Out there in the yonder. Running away- go to it. Where did you have in mind? Have to take care: Unless there's a "where," You'll only be wandering blind. Just more questions. Different kind. Where are we to go? Where are we ever to go? Running away- we'll do it. Why sit around, resugned? Trouble is, son, The farther you run, The more you feel undefined For what you've left undone And, nore, what you've left behind. We disappoint, We leave a mess, We die but we don't... Baker We disappoint In turn, I guess. Forget, though, we won't... Both Like father, like son. Baker No more giants Waging war. Can't we just pursue out lives With out children and our wives? 'Till that happy day arrives, How do you ignore All the witches, All the curses, All the wolves, all the lies, The false hopes, the goodbyes, The reverses, All the wondering what even worse is Still in store? All the children... All the giants... No more.