We May Lose And We May Win,

I Look Around For The Friends I Used To Turn To Pull Me Through. Looking Into Their Eyes, I See Them Running, Too.

You Would Think With All The Genius And The Brilliance Of These Times, We Might Find A Higher Purpose And A Better Use Of Mind.

Looking Out At The Road Rushing Under My Wheels. Looking Back At The Years Gone By Like So Many Summer Fields.

I Started Playing The Trumpet When I Was About Eight.

And While The Future's There For Anyone To Change, Still You Know It's Seems, It Would Be Easier Sometimes To Change The Past.