You will never see me
walking around feeling low
you will never hear there
goes a man who doesn t know
too many roads to walk
too many things to do
too many words to talk
moments too few
I don't think you know
though you've been told a million times
its not clear to see
unless you read in between the lines
look out your window
when did it start?
nothing's for certain
it's just a part
If you're feeling low, no
and your world comes tumbling down
if you see how time stops
better take a look around
good things must end
they never last
look to tomorrow
forget the past