When the sky is falling down upon my head
And the day of days is all but at its end
Will you hear my cry for help across the way?
Would you help me come down,
Rest my weary head?
If we have no plans and don't know where to go
And it looks as if we've played our final show
Will we still remember times that we had spent?
Dreaming 'bout a life we thought would never end
