Out through the foggy window there
just to see the eyes of my future children
looking back at me

back through the foggy window
on and on
miles pass years turn over

on and on
there from that rolled down window
ponies run free cradled protectively

there in the greenery somewhere
I keep this picture
on and on

miles pass years turn over
on and on
for all the roads we’ve travelled

and all the bridges burned
I was thinking out loud the ways of the world
that all seem so constant

how few of the lessons we really have learned.
out through the foggy window frozen in frame
capturing passing pictures life’s lastrefrain,

memories ashes scatter
on and on
miles pass years turn over

on and on.