Lyrics

Travel around this place that I love, memories are all around us, through the hourglass as in times of old. Up and down hills not stopping, faces I have not forgotten, you may see decay but I see gold, you may see decay but I see gold. And all the while the radio keeps playing my favorite song, I close my eyes and to myself a smile thinking this I know, no matter where I've been, no matter where I go, this is home. Remember all the many hours, contemplate, hypothesizing, what's the meaning of life itself? We stare between a clear horizon, madness, a midlife crisis, all the while we're saying this is us, all the while we're saying this is us. And round and round the rollercoaster rolls around our heads, best we try avoid the crash, we stay upon our broken tracks, and on and on we go, wrestling with faith and hope.
Faith and hope. How's it been and where's it going to? Inside jokes and innuendo, fill the daily spaces in our lives. What's the latest and for how long? Yes and no, well that's what they know, hide the fire raging on inside. Reality is duality, cause we're the heroes in our minds, face your fears, hold back tears, be strong and savor crazy times, and on and on we go, balance between faith and hope. Let's just talk for real, not faking, articulating, investigating, they're the ones who made us who we are. Do your best and do it always, focus on beloved angels, keeping us so close but far apart. We gotta keep our minds from racing, stay within God's perfect plan, the sharp past, the hourglass, sands of time wait for no man, and on and on we ride upon between faith, love, loss, and hope. Let's take that ride again, jumpstart the good old days, that's the way we're keeping them alive. Hold on to what they taught us, let us let's speak for always, secrets to health and happiness. We walk upon these paths that we've always walked before, even though those with whom we've walked these paths are here no more, I'm trying on my own, the best part of leaving is coming home. Coming home, coming home, the best part of leaving is coming home, the best part of leaving is coming home, and all the while the radio keeps playing my favorite song, I close my eyes just by myself, noise cancellation on, no matter where I've been, no matter where I go, this is home. On and on we ride upon between faith and love, loss, and hope.