Look to the past and remember no empire rises that sooner or later won't fall.
Looking so cool, his greed is hard to conceal, he's fresh out of law school, you gave him a license to steal.
Louis Armstrong playing trumpet on the Judgment Day.
Nothing that's forced can ever be right, if it doesn't come naturally, leave it.
The evening sings in a voice of amber, the dawn is surely coming.
We measure our days out in steps of uncertainty not turning to see how far we've come. And peer down the highway from here to eternity and reach out for love on the run.
You reach out your hand, but you're all alone, in those time passages.