Wake up one day, you're left alone From now on you're on your own The sands of time are running low You'll have nothing left to show The months slip by and change to years Soon the twilight gloom appears And then one day before you know You'll have nothing left to show.
Where is this dream of your youth.
The pictures on the walls are shaking They can hear the storm a-breaking Storms may come and storms go You'll have nothing left to show They can hear the earth a-quaking Buildings come and buildings go You'll have nothing left to show.
Tomorrow brings another dawn It might be better from now on Before too long that day will go You'll have nothing left to show You'll have nothing left to show You'll have nothing left to show You'll have nothing left to show.