Empty photographs of what we've become
A fallen friendship out of all things done.
Time healed all wounds, mended every bruise
but still you look behind and miss what you want to find.
Raining red tears, learn to overcome your fears
Thousands of thoughts racing inside,
picture by picture flashing by
"All aboard," the Conductor calls.
Do you climb on, leave it all behind;
or run, run and hide.
The time has come, its do or die.
so take a step, I promise you'll fly.
the day is dawning, lay your pride aside.
the sun raised high for all to see
finally this day belongs to you and me.
