the trees look lovely in the sunlightnIm starrin' at the groundnthe kids are commin' back to collegenI live here all year 'roundnwithout a formal education, do I've anything to say?non all this talk of destinationnwhen I forgot about point Ana point I thought I'd made when I made it a point to trynthat nothin' anybody had to say about it then was ever gonna make me bat an eyennI used to keep my eyes closednfor these fireworks displays'nand know what I pictured in my mind?nyou throw the truth awaynoh, once so proudly did I hailnto point A, a point I thought I'd made when I made it a point to saynthat nothin in the world said a love for truth in rock 'n roll was ever gonna get in the waynnso I pick up the pacento find a road to takento get home before the streetlights are on again, yeah!nnthese trees look lovely in the moonlightnin the shadows that they castnare just as lovely as the feelingnof talkin' about the past!nand knowing everything is on tracknbecause, there's a Begining andnthere is an Endnthere is a line and I am trying to win againnIt's like,nI never missed it and, It never missed menand it doesn't matter if their ever will be,na pont B