There isn't much to gain

By living all the same way

The years just slip away

But it's too late then to play

If you live from day to day

You can play the game your own way

There's a million things to say

In a million places



For her it stays the same

Though a million towers have tumbled

And you can hear her pain

Voiced in a distant rumble

And when it starts to rain

All your monoliths will crumble

It's always been the same

Don't you feel a little bit humble?

She came up to me, she said:

'Wanna know a mistery?

There's a whole wide world for you to see

You're just a player in the game'



Well I've nothing left to say

Except take the time to ramble

In a million different ways

There's a million paths to travel

And when there's something in the way

Take your time please remember

There's hope yet in the rain

And a voice in distant thunder