when i look around, there's nothing here that i have found
to keep me safe, to keep me sound, to see another turn-around i've seen before.
winter, summer, spring, each season maintaining.
it's like before nothing's changed, different faces rearranged.
but 'neath the moon's relentless stare (i'll find you there).
a moment far beyond compare.
when i go away, ill practice all the things i'll say;
and you'll come with me a life carefree, and i think they'll all agree it's better this way.
when i go from here, but in my mind i'll never go;
a subtle trace, your familiar face, some memories you can't erase; only fade away.