Once it seemed that life was but a dream
And it moved with no rhyme and no reasons.
I was blind; in my eyes were the stars and the lies
That shift slow with the changing of seasons.
I could stretch out my hand right across this great land,
But no one would reach out and touch it,
And the loneliest fate is to stand there and wait
Without seeming a desperate misfit.
I grew old 'fore my time 'twixt the sugar and wine
And forgot how to dance in the summer.
But the world did applaud, and they raised prayers to God
That their children would grow as they slumber.
As I took up my place in the ongoing race,
I did scarce have the time to remember
That the childhood I left was still too wide a cleft,
When I left I would still be a member.
Now I walk down the street, rarely missing a beat,
As I watch all the pain and the sorrow,
And I know that my eyes look so old and so wise
As I search for my way to tomorrow.
The past is the past, but it's never the last
That we see of the long faded glory,