When you were young and your excitement showed
But as time goes by is it outgrown?
Is that the way things go? Forever reaching for the gold?
Forever fading black and comes up cold
Walking free, wooh, come with me, wooh
Far away, wooh, every day, wooh
Walking free, wooh, come with me, wooh
Far away, wooh, every day, wooh
When you were young you never knew which way you'd go
What was once grace now undertows
Well, every day do what you can and if you let them turn you 'round
Whatever goes up must come down
Walking free, wooh, come with me, wooh
Far away, wooh, every day, wooh
Walking free, wooh, come with me, wooh
Far away, wooh, every day, wooh
