You could wander off and leave me standing on the roof
You could write a note to tell me about the point that you have proved
There is a question deep inside of me which slowly has been killed
There is an hour-glass which bottom half is already filled
At the river top there is a metal pot that is filled with gold
Be the dreamer, be the one who goes against what he has been told
Working up a stream is not the easiest thing that you can do
Be the fighter and remember, your own fate is owned by you
Time rolls by when you are on the other side
Time rolls by when you are on the other side
Because adversity is the mother of me
If you ask a dying man about his only last regret
He will not answer, he will not till you he has not reached his gold yet
But if you ask an honest man if he is really happy here
He will tell you that he would rather spend his waking days over there
Time rolls by when you are on the other side
Time rolls by when you are on the other side