Time flies Night turns into day Once close Now it's miles away Years gone Far from everything Still think Of what could have been Is it true that we care about what's right? Is it true that we care about what's left? Is it true that we care about anything Anyone But ourselves? Hope yields In the light of day We've run Out of words to say Spring fades And so the lights at dusk I's still unsolved So tragic and absurd Is it true that we care about what's right? Is it true that we care about what's left? Is it true that we care about anything Anyone But ourselves?