All His Days

As a boy he lay quite and still
Enormous dreams, melodies, yellow autumn leafs
Simple man on his own two feet
Staying close, moving far, anywhere between

And all that city color, cold and clean clear lakes
His home is like no other, he can go or stay
All his days

Blinding light moving further away
Come back to the heart of those child days
Morning bread, new day born living south turning north
Looking east on the coming storm

Long rush hour empty roads
Street lit dark high ways
His heart remains his home, he can go or stay
All his days

Onward to the unknown
Onward to the unknown