I lost my self, in those streets

A passenger of foreign tongue

The sun sets, in the same language

And rises just the same



There was no grand design

To get to this point

No absolutes, no given truths

We were not carved in stone



She sent the sun to heal me

She sent the moon to guide me

And when the words failed me

So she lay beside me



Sometimes I get to thinking of the past

When I've had more than a drink or two

Who knows where the days go

And would you ever want them back