| You’ve walked a long road and you’ve worn it well | 
| You stitched yourself up when you fell | 
| Keep your memories in jars | 
| Carry secrets and scars beneath your shell | 
| You’ve seen some good days and some bad ones too | 
| You weave through fashion and trend | 
| You’ve seen the sun rise on an ocean blue | 
| You’ve seen it set for the dearest of friends | 
| You found faith but you chose to doubt it | 
| You found love but you left without it | 
| Now you don’t want to talk about it | 
| You travelled down through foreign lands | 
| Touched mountain tops and golden sands | 
| Seen pyramids and temples made of stone | 
| Keep seashells in a cashmere scarf | 
| A treasured book of photographs | 
| In every single one you stand alone | 
| You’ve seen Vienna and the Berlin wall | 
| As you watch the decades fall | 
| The letters that you wrote never made it home | 
| Your birthdays flew past like June | 
| With Christmas days in hotel rooms | 
| And New Year’s eve with people you don’t know | 
| You built friendships but they sailed without you | 
| You never meant it and that’s why they doubt you | 
| And they don’t ever talk about you | 
| You’re older than you used to be | 
| The mirror weaves a tapestry | 
| Of lines that dance and shimmer 'round your eyes | 
| You stare back at a man, forever holding out his hand | 
| As if the answer is gonna fall out of the sky | 
| But the penny never dropped | 
| And no man has ever stopped time from flying by |