The sun is in your hands
For many years
You'll see

And when you start to tire
The sun is where you'll be


Picture this
You are just the sum of all that
You don't miss


While you're strolling home
Take note of all you see

Don't feel your aging bones
Brace them with memories


Picture this
You are just the sum of all that
You don't miss


Picture this
You are just the sum of all that

You don't miss