Was it love or recognition that has
Healed this man´s condition
I´m hoping and I´m wishing that
This bird won´t fly away
We can see life hand in hand,

The green, the blue, the rough, the sand
And in our time and in our land
We´ll savor everyday

And oh, how our glory may fade,
At least we´ve learned
Some things along the way

You took me from my bubble
Knowing my defense was weak
And you sat there and you listened
Any time I chose to speak
You gathered from my pleas to
You that I am but a clown
And I fear only a hero can defeat
These demons now

And oh, how our glory may fade,

At least we´ve learned some
Tricks of trade

And as time shall inevitably move on,
Oh well, at least we´ll have four strong
Legs to stand on
To keep us alive...