When you were young. And your excitement showed. But as time goes by. Does it outgrow. Is that the way things go. Forever reaching for the goal. Forever fading black. Comes a glow. Walking free. Come with me. Far away. Every day. When you were young. You never knew which way to go. What was once gray. No undertones. Well every day do what you can. If you let them turn you round. Whatever goes up. Must come down. Walking free. Come with me. Far away. Every day