In silence, I like to think aloud.
You say this is the end.
I know it's not the end.
I took a picture,
Of heaven when we broke down,
Across the Cheyenne Line.
I never will forget,
The color of that sky,
And all of us.

We missed the point of living.
So caught up in this moment.
We threw out all convictions,
And traded them for substance.
This life you hold so near,
Will fade in time...

And so it goes.
No we won't let go.
If you are alive,
Then be truly alive.
Just open up your eyes.
Pay attention to the signs.
The color of this sky,
And endless nights.

We missed the point of living.
So caught up in this moment.
We threw out all convictions,
And traded them for substance.
This life we hold so near,
Will fade in...
Time spent wasted on that line.
It's time you found some frame of mind.
This life you hold so near,
Will fade in time.

We missed the point of living.
So caught up in this moment.
We threw out all convictions,
And traded them for substance.
This life we hold so near...

And so it goes.
No, we won't let go.
And so it goes.
No, no, you won't let go.
This life you hold so dear,
Will fade in time...