Somewhere the moon shines big,
into October skies.
Somewhere that moon illuminates,
the darkest night…

somewhere a thought Infuses,
into the mind of change.
Somewhere a lone train whistle,
blows across an open plain…

There is no point;
of safe return,
From the moment of our birth….
We are travelers;
on this ancient ship,
We are the children of the earth…

We are our reasons,
The means to our ends.
Sometimes it’s good just to give in,
To the smile of a friend.

Someone somewhere took the pain
right out of a sick man’s mind.
Someone stole their grief and gave them,
a new pair of eye’s.
Someone somewhere in the dark of night,
well, they touched a thousand dreams.
infused them with the hope of ages,
the strength to believe.

There is no point;
of safe return,
From the moment of our birth….
We are travelers;
on this ancient ship,
We are the children of the earth…

We are our reasons,
The means to our ends.
Sometimes it’s good to just give in,
To the smile of a friend.

Someone somewhere took the pain,
right out of a sick man’s mind.
Someone stole their grief and gave them,
a new place in time…

Somewhere that moon shines big,
into October skies.
Somewhere the moon illuminates,
your lover’s eyes…