Where are you going my brown eyed son? You used to crawl but now you run You started off on a road half dark And the river curled into a question mark Will you sleep on diamond beaches, dear? And drink from prism streams so clear? You don't got to be rich to get around There are mansions growing out of the ground
Days go by Get out and see the world Days go by Get out and see the world with your own eyes
Now the journey took you far from home And pushed you out of your comfort zone There are kids out there with war paint on And hearts break like crayons Beforе you left, the world was small Now the hills arе bleeding like waterfalls There are a lot of bad things that are buried shallow And cries for help with no echoes
Days go by Get out and see the world Days go by Get out and see the world with your own eyes
It's hard to see what you're going through Just knowing can beat up on you You'll spend some time in the waiting place And the purest things may leave no trace Go up the mountain top and shine I'll reflect it on my long decline I've gathered sunsets in my prime Now I'm planting trees I'll never climb
Days go by Get out and see the world Days go by Get out and see the world with your own eyes
Your own eyes Your own eyes Your own eyes
Compositor: Brett Michael Dennen ECAD: Obra #29834043