The evening fades, sun goes down.
Then shines again in slumber town.
Behind our lids, by a riverside,
On golden sands in soft daylight,
A footprint yours, a footprint mine,
Ageless strokes on sands of time.
A new day dawns and life goes on,
But the sun never sets in slumber town.
Same story yours with the story mine,
Never does end on the sands of time.
