Midpoint
Autumn into winter spanning the join
No man
Ever turns a river round
A heavy apple over concrete ground
Baby, you know when you're getting old
Your passions yield to the wail of the world
Quicksand in the hourglass
A beach of dreams on the shores of the past
Mid life
Destination station, end of the line
Oh man
I can see the finish now
I'm over half the way back down
Baby, you know when you're getting old
Your passions yield to the wail of the world
Quicksand in the hourglass
A beach of dreams on the shores of the past
High time, I should be heading home
Checking in with the ones that I call my own
Warm winds under summer skies
The restless wings of the birds and the butterflies
While standing tall (salute the wonder of it all)
Salute the wonder of it all (salute the wonder of it all)
(Salute the wonder of it all) while standing tall (while standing tall)
Salute the wonder of it all
