It’s funny how an old car
Yesterday was new
We face life so differently
In the race for tomorrow
With life comes sacrifices
We must make every day
Sometimes we’re conscious
Other times we lay slow
For true greatness
For an unspoken award
In all that life can offer
Where do we gather our weapons from?
In the lost arts of mankind
When virtues became known
There lived a great answer
Truth we’ve never known
In this time that has passed
We’ve lost a great goodness
Head over heels
For what tomorrow will bring
Perhaps in this game
As we look for the new
We’ll remember the past
Pull closer what we knew
