Here's to the babies in a brandnew world. Here's to the beauty and the stars. Here's to the travellers on open road. Here's to the dreamers in the bars.
You trust in money, you trust in gold. You pray for riches from heaven above. You build a mansion from a pile of sand. You trust in power. . But you bite the hand that feeds you.
Here's to the babies in a brand new world. Here's to the beauty of the stars. Here's to the travelers on the open road. Here's to the dreamers in the bars.
You may find a better way. You may find the reason for it all. Say you walked on holy ground. Say you heard the sweetest sound of all. But you find that you never really cared.
Here's to the babies in a blind new world,. Here's to the beauty of the stars. Here's to the travelers on the open world. Here's to the dreamers in the bars.