I've lost myself in lips that taste of summer,
and left the tribes of children far behind;
now cities seem to open just like flowers
as I sit down to watch the clocks unwind.
This wanderlust no longer overtakes me
and each shadow on my pillow disappears,
so I watch the caravan of time go by
and listen for the soft parade of years.
The seasons move like wild rushing water.
I listen to the million sounds of night.
All my friendships ripen into love now;
and age has made the passing years look bright.
The key they're playing trembles with my heartbeat.
A happy tear falls slowly then takes flight,
and far beyond the ragged edge of skyline
the soft parade of years rolls out of sight
and left the tribes of children far behind;
now cities seem to open just like flowers
as I sit down to watch the clocks unwind.
This wanderlust no longer overtakes me
and each shadow on my pillow disappears,
so I watch the caravan of time go by
and listen for the soft parade of years.
The seasons move like wild rushing water.
I listen to the million sounds of night.
All my friendships ripen into love now;
and age has made the passing years look bright.
The key they're playing trembles with my heartbeat.
A happy tear falls slowly then takes flight,
and far beyond the ragged edge of skyline
the soft parade of years rolls out of sight