I was walking down
the road of broken dreams
where leaves piled up
to fom a lonely hill
street signs hanging
with names of people
long forgotten by the living
some things were never meant
I was walking down
the road of broken dreams
and came an old man saying
there's a way outta here
"walk after, go after, run after
where the children play"
and then i understood
oh...oh...ohhhh
it's somewhere
Every way is gone
and i'm out here on my own
and life's saying never
to dreams that i never knew
and all that i can see
are birds that are so free
while they fly
And i lay down
while i pray that there could be
another view of seeing things
and remember the old man saying
"walk after, go after, run after
where the children play"
amd i shook my head
oh...oh...ohhhh
it's somewhere (somewhere)