The sun is in your hands
For many years
You'll see
And when you start to tire
The sun is where you'll be
Picture this
You are just the sum of all that
You don't miss
While you're strolling home
Take note of all you see
Don't feel your aging bones
Brace them with memories
Picture this
You are just the sum of all that
You don't miss
Picture this
You are just the sum of all that
You don't miss