You will never see me Walking around feeling low You will never hear there Goes a man who doesn t know Too many roads to walk Too many things to do Too many words to talk Moments too few I don't think you know Though you've been told a million times Its not clear to see Unless you read in between the lines Look out your window When did it start? Nothing's for certain It's just a part If you're feeling low, no And your world comes tumbling down If you see how time stops Better take a look around Good things must end They never last Look to tomorrow Forget the past