Everything moves along,
same old story, same old song,
Nothing lasts, not for long,
farlands, highlands,
sad lands and low lands.
all you can do is keep going,
don't give the past a glance.
Keep that head high, keep that worry low,
caverns of sorrow close with solid gold.
It'll be worth it,
treasures behold
wicked grins seem soft nowadays
children play with knifes
near the bay