Hey, you've lost yourself to what you were afraid of Now you are the stuff you thought that dreams were made of Will you go away and leave yourself behind? Now I know that we'll be kinder to ourselves. When I saw that we were getting older, I thought it over--did we mean the things that we said? Now I know that we'll be much more thoughtful To ourselves.
Just a colt trotting down the winding road, Thinking of things that are old Waiting to glimpse the face of light- Now I know we'll be much more clear to ourselves.
