From the recording Castles in the Sand

Lyrics

The colors of the winter melt into the seaThe walkers and their pimps are back out on the streetsI look out thru the window to the theater of this townA memory of sorrow is aching like a wound
 
The heroes of the past are dying one by one Their music now unheard, their voices now undoneTheir names fading away like a castle in the sandand all that is now left is the dust in our hands
 
And I don't know what has becomeof all our dreams, of all our songsthey seem to get lost in the wayor exchanged for roles in someone’s cage
 
The children of today made heroes of their ownThey too will be forgotten as some will take 'em onthis circle of illusion, it never stops to spinthe fate of our beliefs is at the mercy of a whim
 
The color of your hands has paled with the yearsthe lines around your mouth bear witness to your fearsAnd yet you look the same to me, in the mirror of my eyesthe beauty of your spirit will never really die
 
And I don't know what has becomeof all our dreams, of all our songsthey seem to get lost in the wayor exchanged for roles in someone’s cage