And a hundred years from now I could see your face looking down upon me Always to soothe my so-called fears Bring to life these empty airs Though the rain may be washing all these roads There's my mind keeping lingering behind Your hands to touch me when I'm cold A friendly face as I grow old In this world people always put me down But there's one place where I'm always wanted around Eyes to see me when I'm sad Ears to hear my problems night and day And a hundred years from now I could see your face looking down upon me But the only trouble is that in a hundred years from now I will be there
