There, but for the grace of our Gods go you and InDown roads none dare to follownSands buried the graves of our former livesnSmile and wave and let them gonTo rise above the mires of old days long diednKnow they won't come againnLet the years roll in and drown our yesterdaysnnTime is a stream with no end in sightnAs dark as it is coldnFlowing by as we pray for the source to run drynThat we may never grow oldnWe long to rest our tired bones by our firesnAnd drink to the daysnLet the years roll in and drown our yesterdaysnnBorn on our knees we all longnFor a fawn to sooth and calmnAnd with our arrows bring her downnnHere, let me rest in your loft for a whilenBefore I have to walk homenThrough the streets bathed in the lightnOf a thousand firesnOf a cold and angry worldnIn time we'll reconcile with old days long diednKnow they won't come againnLet the years roll in, drown our yesterdays