To (The Ever-Present) Al Goodwin

A cloud hangs over the mountain
The mountain being a metaphor for my mind
The river runs dry in the valley
A siren call for the weary
The orchestra rise for applause
Deep within the peace is breaking

How did we get here?
Where did all begin?
Where do we come from?
Why should it be me?

Driver stops in the rain
All he has now is a flashback
The lights begin to blink
And nobody can pass tonight
The sentimental feelings are gone
Love the memory alone

How can it be?
Where did it all go wrong?
Where can we go from here?
Why should it be me?

How did we get here?
Where did it all go wrong?
Where can we go from here?
Why should it be me?

How can it be?
How can it be?
How can it be?
How can it be?