Can't hear myself think
Through the crashin' of the rain
I'm passin' judgment in the fast lane
And smoothin' out a rough stone
Guess it comes with age
You start to wonder 'bout the time theft
How much of it you've got left
Comes in with the age now

But when the dreams run dry
I will be where I always was
Standin' at your side
Letting go of the reins
And when they're closin' up the door
Nobody wishin' that they worked more (ha)
Don't bother with your suitcase
And we'll beat the birds
Down to Acapulco Bay

Or Honolulu on hearsay
Running at our own pace
And I'll be on your side
When the dreams run dry
When the dreams run dry
I will be where I always was
Standin' at your side
Letting go of the reins
Reach for the summit
Of an ancient design
On the verge of eternal
On the heels of divine

If you stumble and fall (if you stumble and fall)
If the way can't be found (if the way can't be found)
We'll just follow the moon, to the stars
To the sun, to the ground
And around, and around
And around
In the light, in the heat
Through the folds and the bends
And again, and again
And again

To the moon, to the stars
To the sun, to the ground
And around, and around
And around
In the light, in the heat
Through the folds and the bends
And again, and again
And again
And again