Days gone past,
We’ve gotten lost before,
This has gone on too long,
Us being fooled.
We take on a doubtful mood,
All seems dark on every green field.
Has time not thought us anything?
Seems like we’re never gonna learn.
That this world isn’t ours it’s our everything.
You’ll have to find your way out of your own reality.
If you take all this doubt from you,
Everything will be alright you’ll see.
Look back to this before, we’ve seen it all before,
How many times must we go around before we come around?
When will we come around?
Will we ever come around?
Time will change us, ever change us,
And if you feel the rhythm you’ll enjoy the ride.
Feel the rhythm, the rhythm of life,
Feel the rhythm, feel the rhythm of life,
Cause rhythm is time,
Yea your time has come the time is now!