9 Oct 1992

Time fly's by

Time flys by like a pretty little bird
Days roll by like engines on the track
People move on like soldiers on the march
Just move on and never glance back

But I get left behind
As I stop in order to find
Some rest and peace of mind
Or someone of my kind.

The jockeys raise their whips so high
The race horses gallop at a speed so fast
They put their strength and practice to task
While I land up riding in at last.

But I don’t mind coming last
As long as I need’nt fast
Those stars shining in the sky
Are my prizes, they will last.