The breezy cold, the clouds sail by,
Like lonely ships in ocean sky.
The grassy park is misty wet,
As when the first night that we met;
As when we wandered slowly there,
Beneath an ancient, starry air.
The twinkling city, far and deep,
Is slumb’ring softly in it’s sleep.
They rest, while we alone roam free,
Beneath our vast eternity,
Above the city, gazing down,
Strangers at the edge of town.
Let’s never break this spell we’re under.
Let’s flee into a world of wonder.
And all or nothing, hand in hand,
Let’s find our place and make our stand.