Singer: Rush

So many directions
Which could turn our way
And for each of us the open door -
Burnt bridge.
For so many different directions,
Our separate paths might have turned,
With every door that we opened -
Every bridge that we burned.

When we are young
We roam the surface of the Earth
Find out what are our dreams,
Realize that we are immortal...
Just for a little while.
Time is a Gypsy caravan,
Escaping in the night,
To leave you stranded in Dreamland.
When we are young,
Wandering the face of the earth,
Wondering what our dreams might be worth,
Learning that we're only immortal...
For a limited time.
Time is a gypsy caravan,
Steals away in the night,
To leave you stranded in dreamland.

What happened to our innocence
She has gone out of fashion?
Together with naivety,
Childhood ended.
What happened to our innocence,
Did it go out of style?
Along with our naivete',
No longer a child.

We go out in the world and take our chances,
Fate is just the weight of circumstances,
That's the way that lady luck dances.
Roll the bones!
We're going out and use your chances
Destiny is simply the pressure of circumstances,
Here's how the dancing Lady Luck.
Take a chance!