when i look around, there's nothing here that i have found   to keep me safe, to keep me sound, to see another turn-around i've seen before.   winter, summer, spring, each season maintaining.   it's like before nothing's changed, different faces rearranged.   but 'neath the moon's relentless stare (i'll find you there).   a moment far beyond compare.   when i go away, ill practice all the things i'll say;   and you'll come with me a life carefree, and i think they'll all agree it's better this way.   when i go from here, but in my mind i'll never go;    a subtle trace, your familiar face, some memories you can't erase; only fade away.