I lost myself, in these streets A passenger of foreign tongue And the sun sets In the same language And rises just the same There was no grand design To get to this point No absolutes or given truths We were not carved in stone She sent the sun to heal me She sent the moon to guide me And when the words, they failed me So she lay beside me And sometimes I get to thinking of the past When I've had more than a drink or two And who knows where the days go Would you ever want them back Would you ever want them back