Time keeps rolling.
The earth keeps turning.
The days keep passing.
The bridges keep burning.
What does this mean
for you and me?
Yesterday's gone
We can't go back you see.
Look behind us,
The bridges have burned,
We must go forward,
We can not return.
Why do we dream
and yearn for the past?
Is nothing real?
Does anything last?
I think not,
It's all in our minds,
But we keep our memories,
of the fading times
