We've all gone with the wind.
The flow of the river,
never disciplined.

And we've lost all our hope.
And found it again,
at the end of our rope.

Tomorrow passed by so quick,
I thought it was here,
but it was just a trick.

You longed for a lover,
you looked for one
you could not discover.

And I sit here and wait.
I let time go by,
oh isn't time great?