The Road To Somewhere

All the places we've been to

No longer hold the spell we knew

Time's a master to them all

With no regard for airs and graces

The ticking hand has worked them through

Etched its grooves so deep and true

Carving hours as if they were

So many lines on people's faces

Who will lead

On the road to somewhere

The waves alone which pound the shore

Where 'after''s no different from 'before'

Hold a truth we can't escape

This is our path, these are our traces

Still we hope despite it all

Wave our arms in our freefall

We'll never land to rise again

But we'll have learnt where our true place is

Who will lead

On the road to somewhere

Winters of ice and snow

Springs to put on a show