Soft Parade Of Years

I've lost myself in lips that taste of summer
And left the tribes of children far behind
Now cities seem to open just like flowers
As I sit down to watch the clocks unwind

This wanderlust no longer overtakes me
And each shadow on my pillow disappears
So I watch the caravan of time go by
And listen for the soft parade of years

The seasons move like wild rushing water
I listen to the million sounds of night
All my friendships ripen into love now
And age has made the passing years look bright

The key they're playing trembles with my heartbeat
A happy tear falls slowly then takes flight
And far beyond the ragged edge of skyline
The soft parade of years rolls out of sight