There must be something in the air tonight   The sunset clouds appear in the fade of light   Do you ever wish that you could see the light before you started?   Do you ever wish that you could see?   Walking around life's history      Everybody has a tale to tell, of countless hopes and dreams like wishing wells   I tell you sometimes, I can never tell   But still I try to see the summer and the breeze   Walking around life's history      It takes a while not to turn and leave   Sometimes I think so much I can scarcely breathe   And I often wish something would carry me   And steer my mind to to see the summer and the breeze   Walking around life's history      Carry me for all time   Carry me for all time   Carry me for all time, all time, all time, all time, all time, all time