Wake up one day, you're left alone

From now on you're on your own

The sands of time are running low

You'll have nothing left to show The months slip by and change to years

Soon the twilight gloom appears

And then one day before you know

You'll have nothing left to show Where is this dream of your youth? The pictures on the walls are shaking

They can hear the storm a-breaking

Storms may come and storms go

You'll have nothing left to show They can hear the earth a-quaking

Buildings come and buildings go

You'll have nothing left to show Tomorrow brings another dawn

It might be better from now on

Before too long that day will go

You'll have nothing left to show You'll have nothing left to show

You'll have nothing left to show

You'll have nothing left to show Where is this dream of your youth?