I've lost myself in lips that taste of summer And left the tribes of children far behind Now cities seem to open just like flowers As I sit down to watch the clocks unwind This wanderlust no longer overtakes me And each shadow on my pillow disappears So I watch the caravan of time go by And listen for the soft parade of years The seasons move like wild rushing water I listen to the million sounds of night All my friendships ripen into love now And age has made the passing years look bright The key they're playing trembles with my heartbeat A happy tear falls slowly then takes flight And far beyond the ragged edge of skyline The soft parade of years rolls out of sight