There's many and many a mile to the sea

And many a mile to the shore

And all there is to be sure about is

We've all been here before

For life is so strange that our words rearrange

And it changes the paths that we tread

But too many times we wake up to find

That we'll be more alive when we're dead!

There's steps and there's stеps to the foot of the stair

And steps and thеre's steps to the sky

And every man that we pass on the road

Is the man who could help us to fly

But we spend all our lives with our own private knives

Carving lies from the face of the air

When our pockets are full and our edges are dull

Then we tell ourselves nobody cares

There's dreams and there's dreams in the heart of the night

And dreams in the heart of the day

And the lesson we're teaching our children is only

To look at the price they must pay

Far too many are lost contemplating the cost

In the cause of a permanent now

So afraid to be wrong that they never move on

'Til the dawn takes them back to the plow

There's many and many a mile to the shore

And many a mile to the sea

And the passage will take every second we have

For the Gods grant us nothing for free

But the lives that we live are the gifts that we give

To the next generation along

And the dreams that they've caught are the futures we've bought

So as not to be dead when we're gone!