There's an old man in his chair
A thousand stories lie beneath his weary stare
A lifetime tattooed on his skin
Does he have regret
And where did it all begin
And he knows it's too late
Looking back can be a fools game
Are we all just Turning Pages
But we never see the words
Are we all trapped in these cages
Would we change it if we could
Tomorrow brings another day
What lies inside our heart
Determines how life's played
Sleeping dogs are left to lie
Demons raise their heads
But truths can never die
And he knows it's too late
Looking back can be a fools game
Are we all just Turning Pages
But we never see the words
Are we all trapped in these cages
Would we change it if we could
Why can't we see it
Why can't we feel it
As the ink begins to dry
The pages never lie
Why can't we see it
Why can't we feel it
As the words that fill the page
What's done it's all too late
And he knows it's too late
Looking back can be a fools game
Are we all just Turning Pages
But we never see the words
Are we all trapped in these cages
Would we change it if we could