Children grow up to be old

Parents grow tired of the cold

Friends  they get lost in the fold

I want to cry, time makes me cry

Love takes its grip on the soul

Closes its fist, then lets go

Memories get thrown overboard

I want to cry, time makes me cry

I want to cry, now I know why

So I ride, just ride, just ride

So I ride, just ride, just ride

Every new moment is gone with the wind

Carrying dust in its teeth

Every step forward is two more steps back

I can’t even reach you anymore

Children grow up to be old

Parents grow tired of the cold

Friends they got lost in the fold

I want to cry, time makes me cry

I want to cry, time makes things die