Constant, unimaginable Same flow, different road. The traffic, the lights The intersection and signs Are all the same but the day.
Different cars, faces and voices Echoes bounce back Different waves, intensity and direction. The breeze is still but never the same.
Yesterday, today and tomorrow We walk the same path and follow The same moments of the past And thinking the moments would last
But it’s the same thing all over again Like the hands of the clock on the wall Circling and circling ’til the end Telling the same, right but different call.