If age or time should weary you
What would you find to remind you
Of trains we caught and buses we missed
Tickets we bought taking us through
The barrier to the escalator over the hill
Over the hill
In better days I would hear your voice
Never a phrase to remind me
Of things we said and how we talked
Rushing ahead and stumbling through
The barrier to the escalator over the hill
Over the hill
You can't go back, I'm sorry
You can't go back, I'm sorry
