There, but for the grace of our Gods go you and I* Down roads none dare to follow Sands buried the graves of our former lives Smile and wave and let them go To rise above the mires of old days long died Know they won't come again Let the years roll in and drown our yesterdays Time is a stream with no end in sight As dark as it is cold Flowing by as we pray for the source to run dry That we may never grow old We long to rest our tired bones by our fires And drink to the days Let the years roll in and drown our yesterdays Born on our knees we all long For a fawn to sooth and calm And with our arrows bring her down Here, let me rest in your loft for a while Before I have to walk home Through the streets bathed in the light Of a thousand fires Of a cold and angry world In time we'll reconcile with old days long died Know they won't come again Let the years roll in, drown our yesterdays
