Can't cry now over dusty years
what's done is gone now I'm free
this peaceful feeling may someday pass
and become just a memory
it could rain again
never end
all I know could be lost in the storm
all I know suddenly foreign.

As I grow older I grow unsure
beliefs dying everyday
the more I see then the more I know
the gold is really clay
it could rain again
never end
all I know could be lost in the storm
all I know suddenly foreign.