Through all the hazy nights and the lonely days
Through the lazy week, a snails pace
But then it comes along, knocks you to your feet
Where do you belong where do you agree
I will go out and find my way
May be a while but in the end it takes a day
When the seed has been sewn so low
Time slows down now you're all on your own
This time we can go and rule the streets
Ideas we can share from sea to sea you see
Play guitar all night under stars so bright
Walking home under the lonely moon what a pretty sight
When you live and you know that you are if you tried but you failed it can be so hard
The bridge can still be walked about a mile from the dock you can leave on a boat come home when you will