Travelling down a dirty road
Covered with moss
And see the grey stones
Green as luscious fields in sight
A dark moonlight night
When the past flashes by
Coming down from heaven like a falling star
That you wish upon
Isnâ"š¬â"ž¢t it a struggle
To find a good friend?
Isnâ"š¬â"ž¢t it a struggle
To have to defend?
Isnâ"š¬â"ž¢t it a struggle
You have to take that chance to lend a hand
Well Iâ"š¬â"ž¢m travelling down a dirty road
Clearing up all thatâ"š¬â"ž¢s known
A misty occurrence happens all the time
Around every corner a brighter day lies
Loads of mercy, beauty beholds
An eye for a partner as good, as good as gold
Green as luscious fields in sight
A dark moonlight night
When the past flashes by
Coming down from heaven like a falling star
That you wish upon