Just a little story of the times   A hobo goin' looking for his life   And knowing almost every night   He'll never find one   'Cause he's making the same old mistake   And looking while he's not awake   Searching the lines with the mind   That's he's out of      And see the groom that just got told   That he's been left out in the cold   'Cause she said she had seeds to sow   Said she needs some time to grow      Goin'   Soul-searching   Cause it's our time   And we'll use it any way we want to   Why should we wait   For things we want in life   When we can just go out and find them   And stop dreaming our lives away      Just a little story of the times   People on a mission or a climb   Looking around and taking in what is out there   It might come to them in a wave or a splash   But just a little something makes them act   So they stop, to realise what they've been missing      See the man as he dies in bed   Starts to thinking he's never lived