Whiskey, mystics and men

Well, I'll tell you a story of whiskey and mystics and men
And about the believers and how the whole thing began
First there were women and children obeying the moon
Then daylight brought wisdom and fever and sickness too soon
You can try to remind me instead of the other you can
You can help to insure that we all insecure are command
If you don't give a listen I won't try to tell your new hand
This is it, can't you see that we all have our in's in the band
And if all of the teachers and preachers of wealth werea-reigned
We could see quite a future for me in the literal sands
And if all of the people could claim to expect such regrets
Well we'd have no forgiveness, forgetfullness, painful remorse
So I tell you I tell you I tell you we must sail away
We must try to find a new answer instead of a way