we're only prisoners of circumstance
time has a way of slipping trough your hands
too young to notice, too many plans
and the band plays on..
we had the answers 'til the questions changed
life hit us sideways, our smiles were strained
a pretty picture in the broken frame
and the band plays on...
this is where the road turns
enter a new world
did you have the time of your life?
this is where the road turns
my friend, my partner
we'll catch up some other time
we'll catch up some other time
a box of memories underneat