I see in your face the lines I can trace
Back to where we used to run
Through fields and streams in our childhood dreams
Oh what have we all become?
What have we all become?
You knock on my door, but its not like before
Too many years have past under the sun
Oh what have we all become?
We keep ourselves, like books on the shelves
Some change, fade to dust and some survive,
But strange how time aids and still keeps alive
These things in us that remind of someone
What have we all become?
And it just doesn't seem real, all these things that I feel
They just seem like melodies that are yet to be sung
What have we all become?
All the faces I've seen, show all the things that have been
But darling we've hardly begun
Yet what have we all become?
There are roads that cross in the desert, and tracks that meet in between
And paths we have taken, though some are forsaken
And some are rivers yet to be swum
So what have we all become?
I cross my arms and I wonder, I ponder on those misty things
They come in frightening thunder, they strike like lightning stings
As in my mind all their images hung
What have we all become?
I hold out my palms to catch a falling drop,
And water is like a balm, that makes the pain stop
But the thought still remains when it's gone
What have we all become?
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