Midpoint

Autumn into winter spanning the join

No man

Ever turns a river round

A heavy apple over concrete ground

And baby

You know when you're getting old

Your passions yield to the wail of the world

Quicksand in the hourglass

A beach of dreams on the shores of the past

Mid life

Destination station, end of the line

Oh man

I can see the finish now

I'm over half the way back down

And baby

You know when you're getting old

Your passions yield to the wail of the world

Quicksand in the hourglass

A beach of dreams on the shores of the past

High time, I should bе heading home

And checking in with thе ones that I call my own

Warm winds under summer skies

The restless wings of the birds and the butterflies

[Instrumental Break]

While standing tall (Salute the wonder of it all)

Salute the wonder of it all (Salute the wonder of it all)

(Salute the wonder of it all) While standing tall (While standing tall)

Salute the wonder of it all