Gone… gone are the daysnWhen the west was wildnAn every child’s dreamnA light was seennGone… gone are the daysnWhen the world just sung for tomorrow to comenBut she never camennIf I was to breaknIf I was to paynnBlue moon are you lost againnWhere will I find your light?nWhere will I find the truth?nHow will we ever say goodbyennCoz we’re turning the pages againnBound by the lives that have been spentnI’m not living your third world liesnnGoodbye… better days aheadnGoodbyennGone… gone are the daysnAll these questionsnNo straight answersnEverybody’s a high priced healer heynGone… gone are the daysnTis the season of changenEvery scar on the hand marks a new daynnSleep childnSlip into a dreamnPoppa hasn’t been homenBusy living out this crazy scenennBlue moon are you lost againnWhere will I find your light?nWhere will I find the truth?nHow will we ever say goodbyennCoz we’re turning the pages againnBound by the lives that have been spentnI’m not living your third world liesnnGoodbyenBetter days aheadnnReached out to feel each grainnA lifetime running through his handsnThe scorching heat left our heartnThe workings of a proud brown mannBut nowhere could you seenDark eyes look awaynThe pride and the flamennReached out to feel the warmthnTime running through his handsnThe scorching heat gave lifenThe heart of the proud brown mannAnd he says to his childnWho still couldn’t standnnSomeday