I carry memories of days that I love, things I saw long ago
I'm still keeping them near
Holding them dear and I won't let them go
I overheard the dispassionate words
"We don't have the time for the next man in line"

Night falling fast, no one gets past,
Since we fell behind the next man in line

I carry memories of rising above
Things that could hold us down
I'm willing to play my part, persuade my heart
That we'll get off the ground
I overheard the dispassionate words
"We don't have the time for the next man in line"

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All Songs On Perspective Copyright 1996 Geoffrey Raines