Some days are long
Some nights never end
I’ve mourned the fleeting second’s flight
I’ve prayed to the coming wind
And time like snow
It never stood around for me
I’ve loved every sky I’ve ever seen
And I know I’ll never grow to old to dream

So if you’re low
From the years that didn’t stay
If you trace the shadow’s passing
If you fear each breaking day
If you worry about worry, worry never let you be
If devil calls I hope that you can see, somehow
To never grow too old to dream

If you’ve grown cold
Sitting in the headlight’s glare
If you long to see the stars again
Kicking in the hunter’s snare
Beloved be not loving
Love it never set you free
And don’t forget that the lost shall be redeemed somehow
And never grow too old to dream