To lose oneself forever in the afterglow of life
To wander over aimless paths
down times that pa** on by
That lead you into yesterday
then quickly disappear
Through windowpanes of happiness
my new life now appears
I feel fine with the good life
Reflecting on the places I have been
To realize that the good life
Is not something that I do but what I am
Goodnight Lord I'm off the boat again
I'm feeling like myself
before a hundred thousand men
Without a care or worry
I confront the weathered crew
I tell them all your sweet love story
when they ask what they can do
Heed yourself to the far away roar
The Lion won't wait long
He holds the very breath of life
And sings the sweetest song
He grants to all that serve Him
The power of His domain
If by chance He calls you
Hold fast to the golden mane