Time has come, start your search for tomorrow. No escape from that long trail of sorrow. You don't know how it keeps going on, oh no. . Wake up out of misty dreams.
When I was a young boy, I had no aim. Neither experience, it wasn't a shame. Most of the time it satisfied me. But some day I realized, music is like a rising sun.
Hey, brother, I miss you so. You knocked on heaven's door. And we won't see you anymore. . It must be crazy what we're living for. 'Cause God's stopped keeping you.