We are on the road,
we move from place to place...
Oftentimes when I'm about to call it home,
We would have to move along...
The friends we know we meet along the way,
too soon the times we share form part of yesterday...
Clouds that move across the skies,
are changing form before our very eyes...
Have we outgrown our Peter Pans and wings?,
we have simply grown too old for tales of knights and kings...
Because life is a constant change,
and nothing stays the same...