Wake up one day, you're left alone,
From now on you're on your own,
The sands of time are running low,
You'll have nothing left to show.
The months slip by, and change to years,
Soon the twilight gloom appears,
Then one day, before you know,
You'll have nothing left to show.
Where is this dream of your youth?
The pictures on the walls are shaking,
They can hear the storm a-breaking,
Storms may come and storms may go,
You'll have nothing left to show.
The buildings all around are crumbling,
They can hear the earth a-rumbling,
Buildings come and buildings go,
You'll have nothing left to show.
Where is this dream of your youth?
Tomorrow brings another dawn,
It might be better from now on,
Before too long that day will go,
You'll have nothing left to show.
You'll have nothing left to show.
You'll have nothing left to show.
You'll have nothing left to show.
You'll have nothing left to show.
Where is this dream of your youth?
