Композитор: Michael Goldsmith, Christopher Young, Allen Giernet, Joe Santoro
Текст
As I sit by the window
I see an old lady
Standing on a balcony of a seven-story senior's home
Wondering where all the time went
Where did all the faces go
And did she ever know what left her so along
She feels the cold breeze of fall setting in how it reminds
Her of long ago when she was young
It makes me wonder
I alone feel the eyes of all, those pieces
All her dreams, I wish I could only know
What it is all worth, before she leaves this lovely world
She knows more than I'll, ever know
I feel the cold breeze of winter setting in
How it reminds me of long
Now I'm not so young
It makes me wonder, will I become a prisoner of age
Prisoner of age, her frame so frail
Only her mind and will are still alive
She's been a part of so much
But it's over now
It makes me wonder
Where am I going and where will it end