sometimes all I see is a foggy grey.

I look out the window of my golden carriage

and see beauty that reminds me of a greater age.

As sleepy voices echo around me,

voices that cannot seem to agree.

I think about my life and all that surrounds me
all those happy moments filled with glee

All those memories covered in a shadow
all the mistakes I shall not follow.

I wonder about these things
as the sun rises and brings
light into the young day
light comes in ray by ray.

These things I think only when
On the routes many bends.