There'll come a time when all of this is over Something else will grow and take it's place The brand new car: scrap metal in a junkyard The children playing will grow up and leave home Put it away this dream you can't stop dreaming Put it away this anger and desire The open road is infinitely hopeful Take all those memories and throw them in the fire
There's old man on a warm and sunny island No job, no money, just a smile to call his own Know what he says? "The past will only haunt you. Live for today. Each day's an open door