Who can say where the path will go?
Philosophers guess but they just don't know
Maybe that's why we had our heads in the clouds
Thought we had it all figured out
Planning to fly away to escape everything on the ground
Like a plane up in space,
we're slowly drifting away
Every plan that we made
and dream that we chased are just memories now
Just memories now,
who can say where the path will go
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