Rush

What happened to our innocence,
Did it go out of style?
Along with our naivete',
No longer a child.

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.

It's hard to recognize the real thing,
It comes along once in a while,
Like a rare and precious metal
Beneath a ton of rock.

For so many different directions,
Our separate paths might have turned,
With every door that we opened -
Every bridge that we burned.

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!