There is a place in my home town Where everybody goes A little cafe down Old Market street You used to find Bill behind the counter Giving wisdom out for free I'd tell him about my big plans And this is what he said to me:
He said be careful what you wish for, It can turn around on you, The things you think that mean the most Are always something new. It's never too late to start seeing how your life is passing by, When you are walking down the golden road Searching for the truth
Yesterday keeps stacking up And turning into years It feels good to be in my hometown again, Now there is a boy behind the counter Where old Bill stood back then He tells me all his hopes and dreams, And this is what I say to him
I say be careful what you wish for, It can turn around on you, The things you think that mean the most Are always something new. It's never too late to start seeing how your life is passing by, When you are walking down the golden road Searching for the truth