It’s that hour againIt’s that our of nightWhen I start my descending and lonely flight.
…Then childhood was over, you know how it feels,
And the rest of the life began.
And somebody told me that dreams don’t pay bills
And I traded my dream for a plan.
When sea is rough,When life is toughAnd treats you like a dog,Sometimes you’ve gotTo show some gutAnd head into the fog.
…I want to travel deepest thoughts,
To face my deepest fears,
And to untie a million knots
I’ve tied over the years.