Midpoint

Midpoint Autumn into winter spanning the joy 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 will of the world Quicksand in the hourglass A beach of dreams on the shores of the past Midlife Destination station, end of the line Omens I can see the finish now I'm over half the way back down And baby, you know when you're getting old Your passions yield to the will of the world Quicksand in the hourglass A beach of dreams on the shores of the past High time I should be heading home And 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) While standing tall (while standing tall) Salute the wonder of it all