"You turned to me and said with a smile, Everything these days seems to be some kind of sign. No one cares anymore where you've been, So you find a quiet place to shed that old skin... You won't need it again"
"And the seasons, they go round and round, And the painted ponies go up and down. We're captive on the carousel of time. We can't return, we can only look Behind from where we came, And go round and round and round in the circle game."