If everything and anything just fade Do you wish your life would go another way? When I grew up I thought I'd be a ninety-nine piece symphony But I'm whistling in the wilderness alone
I close my eyes and dare to hope That I'm gonna bloom Nothing will do it soon, yeah I'm gonna bloom There's nothing that I cannot do, no It's never too late Never too to late to bloom
When Winter came, we slept the season through In barren lands all given to the bloom
