Because of the Times

What's the reason we keep on driving?
Down these roads,
Which are so winding.
Is it so we end up finding,
Finding, our way back home?

Through all these thoughts that transpire,
We find out,
What we desire.
The twists of fate which conspire,
Conspire, to make us roam.

We always follow the signs,
That congregate in our minds.
When they ask why we,
Keep on trying.
We tell them,
It's Because of the Times.

Why do their cold eyes keep on staring?
Their eyes which,
Were once so caring.
Is it because they are tearing,
Tearing, our feelings apart?

Even though it may take forever,
We carry on,
This endeavour.
And we take our time however,
However, long it takes to start.

We always follow the signs,
That congregate in our minds.
When they ask why we,
Keep on trying.
We tell them,
It's Because of the Times.

It could take something,
Or it might take nothing.
To help us find,
What we are wanting.
And all the time
They are watching,
Watching.

We always follow the signs,
That congregate in our minds.
When they ask why we,
Keep on trying.
We tell them,
It's Because of the Times.